Well folks, today's entire blog post just vanished, poof!, perhaps from an electrical glitch. Or has a computer virus invaded? Whenever that happens, I feel like just giving up altogether. But once a blog draft has actually been posted on the internet, it remains there even decades later.
Starting over once again today, I recall posting a photo of the stone bathtub here in Berkeley Springs where our first president, George Washington, used to bathe. It was filled with a constant flow of natural thermal spring waters. You can dip your hand in to feel the warmth. Other states have spring waters, but ours are perhaps the most famous because George Washingon himself would come here regularly, seeking relaxation from the rigors of his office.
President George Washington would arrive here in his own horse-drawn carriage.
Alas, the vanished first version of this post did not have so much empty white space before. The blog deities keep on changing the rules. But let's not tarry with laments. Let's face the world as we find it now and finish this post before dark, when the blog's atmosphere starts to change.
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Kennedy Center says it isn't required to reschedule shows after judge blocks 2-year closure
If Donald Trump isn't allowed to put his own name on the venue, then like a great big crybaby, he doesn't want any shows appearing there--so petty and childish. What if he tried being nice and generous for a change? Or does he feel more powerful by throwing a tantrum and being mean, just like a spoiled baby? He might try being cooperative to see how far that gets him. He might even find that he actually does better then. Or at age 80, is it too late for him to learn anything new? Perhaps his parents indulged his every whim. He just never has grown up.
Wash. Post, Iran says it is closing Strait of Hormuz, testing fragile agreement with U.S.
Iran cited Israel’s attacks in Lebanon as the reason it would close the strait again.
The world has had some really extraordinary dads. My own Dad, Leonard J. Currie, born in Stavely, Alberta, was one. Here he was in 1940 in Honduras, putting a Mayan statue together in Copan. He had trained as an architect, but had many other talents. My earliest memories are of that time in 1940, when he was putting an ancient Mayan statue together. I was age 2 at the time, just learning to speak both Spanish and English. And, yes, I knew to keep them apart.
And there you see me at age 2, being bathed then in Honduras by a servant as my (late) younger brother looked on.
My Dad, Leonard J. Currie, stood on top of the John Hancock Center in Chicago,
while visiting the building with the future President of Peru, a fellow arquitect,
Fernando Belaúnde, in May 1969.
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Now with
Father's Day coming up,
