I am the "Wizard of Waxhaw!" Well, I'm not really a wizard though I feel like one hiding behind this virtual curtain. When in my past life as a college professor I left the house heading for the classroom, I used to sing to my daughter, "I'm off to be the wizard..." So that's where the idea for the name of my blog came from –if you are interested.
Why blog? As a senior citizen retiree, I have the luxury of time on my hands and an itch to write. I write poetry as well as musings about life and the human condition. I like to play with ideas and I need a place to vent the frustration I often feel with U.S. politics and economics. Ergo, if you follow my blog, you're likely to be exposed to most anything.
Well, I don't know if this will work, but I'll give it a try. This is the first time I have ever posted to a blog, so feel honored John.
ReplyDeleteYour "I'm off to be the wizard. . " thing, struck a chord with me. First off, I think the song goes something like "We're off to see the wizard"--meaning that you took a lot of poetic license there guy. But ok. I also remember a kid in, I think it was 2nd grade, who found out that the Hail Mary did not involve a person full of grapes.
There's a name for this stuff, where people mangle up words that end up sounding like something they were aiming at, but which you have no ida where the journey is going. Something like James Thurber talking about his colored housekeepter who was always saying things like "They are here with the reeves," or something similar--and then JT would go through the dictionary trying to catch the slipper fish--but never getting there via Webster but, rather, via Eureka moments: "Aha! She means wreathes"
My ephiphany came with a wome in an office I used to work in said "Well, I have to go and water my ivory"--which started me off on a mental Rollodex search: "Piano? She wants to water the keys on her piano?!"--and my journey stopped at ivy.
So you see, John, one reason why I am just starting to respond to your blog, is because I have weird thoughts that never take but the most circuitous path, and being true to my Irish heritage, I have never been known to say in 10 words, what could be said with 100. Other than: I miss you.
-- John B.
Verbose as ever! Your comment is more than twice as long as my posting.:-)
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