All of us are constant critics in our daily lives. We assess all that we buy, that we eat, that we drink, that we drive, that we wear — even that we marry.
Criticism requires emphasis on goodness or inferiority. If you tell your wife that you think her new dress is pretty, you are a critic. Period.
One’s past is not alive in one’s mind at all times, but we manage to drudge up valuable long forgotten moments and places when the occasion calls for it.
All in all, my remembrance of my school days in Winter Park is of a very placid, genteel and proper atmosphere, with hardly any hint of the hustle and bustle of today.
In the next 17 days, Jefferson drafted one of the most beautiful and powerful testaments to liberty and equality in the history of mankind.
It would seem that present President Obama was “out to lunch” when Jefferson’s pertinent sage words were in the air.
If our dreams of love don’t come true, we rarely sing about it.
Nothing is ever quite the same as it is when we remember it.
Quintet plays favorites
A quintet of brass players called Sovereign Brass plus one percussionist played a program titled “Splendor in the Brass” on June 23 at The Plaza Live Theater and they played how else? Splendidly!
These days there are many questions about the president and his presidency floating around in the political air we breathe.
Barack Obama has no experience with any of our armed services and yet as president he is commander in chief of all of them.
In the ’30s Hope Strong and I, along with other members of our Scout Troop, would canoe with our leader Fleet Peeples down the Wekiva River and camp out overnight on Shell Island.
We were boys then. We were crazy. What else is new?
Most American kids are not willing to wait. They put last things first, and first things last.
That's why there are so many people in the audience and so few on the stage.
There is nothing that prepares one for the vicissitudes of old age except living a very long time and learning to roll with the punches.
Human beings are always in some state of mind or another and tend to assume that everyone they talk to is in the same state that they are at the same time.
inter Park can be grateful to our city commission for being more concerned with our future township than with the wishes of developers.
When and if Winter Park becomes only a busy suburb of Orlando, my house will be for sale.
We talk a lot about logic, but when have we managed to string any two periods of logic together to make sense for long?
It is the permanent unknown that spurs us on as it concomitantly holds us back, while we read Proust and try to rethink “Remembrance of Things Past” — times when we probably never even existed.
Communication via human speech is really quite a mysterious invention.
It appears that we take on understanding of many abstract words by the dramatic situation in which they first occur.
Relativity is everywhere you look. And who needs an Einstein to explain that the fourth dimension — time — is the glue that holds together the pieces of the world in which we live?
Reality is a constantly changing motion picture — not a still life. Change is the way of life. And change takes time. The change from young to old takes place too quickly for most of us.
I always stayed in the Hollywood Hotel and once had a room looking down from the second floor and on New Years Day could enjoy the whole Rose Bowl Parade from my window.
Bob Hope once gave me two 50-yard-line tickets to the Rose Bowl in Pasadena where I sat with great singer John Charles Thomas and movie actor Edmond Lowe.
Mickey Rooney sat down at the grand piano and said, “So you’re a singer? — so sing.”
He sat down at the grand piano and said, “So you’re a singer?— so sing.” He played a bit of a song from the 40’s and I sang along and interpolated a high B-flat. “Ya’ got it alright,” he said.