The Poet and the Pig Farmer
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As a boy, every meal with my family began with Bless us Oh Lord for these thy Gifts We prayed together, heads bowed, and after through Christ Our Lord. Amen we blessed ourselves, opened our eyes and looked to our father who remained in silent darkness for…seconds? minutes? I have no idea I felt nor...
Roast Beef, Well done (State Song of Iowa)
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Every Sunday throughout my childhood, my mother made roast beef. It was always well done. Well done. My mother was, by any standards, a great cook. Her pies were the envy of our neighbors. Her bread and biscuits were light, airy and addictive. Her mashed potatoes and gravy hit the high peaks of sacred succulence....
Supergroups and Pancakes
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Ever since the early output of the Wayne Newton/Leonard Cohen/Iggy Pop supergroup, songwriters have seldom ventured into the realm of pancake songs. A few years ago, my friend Charlie Braun and I were asked to come to a nearby restaurant out here in western Massachusetts and see if we could write a song while we were...
Mother’s Day and That Darned Apostrophe
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It’s the apostrophe that changes everything. If it did not exist at all (or had just been moved one letter to the right) then it would seem this day would be about motherhood and the contributions and sacrifices mothers have made. I don’t think it’s an oversight that the possessive does not appear for Veterans...