The fog comes on little cat feet…
Back in the day when I wielded a shovel as a foot soldier for Norman Chastain Construction Company, Inc., I worked alongside many an interesting character in the trenches. Count Al Mallet among them.
640px-Carl_Sandburg_NYWTS Carl Sandburg (Photo by Al Ravenna)
When experiencing fog, I always think of Mallet.
Mallet, who held an English degree, leaned on his shovel one foggy morning, lit a Marlboro and enlightened me with a little Carl Sandburg when he recited the following: “The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on little haunches.” But rather than finish with the correct closing of the classic poem, “and then moves on.” Mallet added a twist: “And f@#ks up work.”
To me, Al Mallet will always be the poet laureate of the construction business.
What would Zappa say?
Alaska is now the third state that has legalized marijuana. Sadly Frank Zappa is not around to observe said legislation. Remember, he is the one who gave us, “Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow.”
One can only guess what Zappa’s creative mind would have come up with combining igloos, Eskimos, and legalized Acapulco Gold.
Birdman interpretation. Anybody, please.
I finally got to see Birdman and I enjoyed the Oscar-winning flick staring Michael Keaton in the lead role. Just one question for those who also saw the film: “What did you make of the ending?”
Please, let me know your interpretation. I still don’t have any clarity.