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| Like A Rolling Stone It's been over 30 years since my visit to the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam. But the image is still clear in my mind. It was a very old painting. I would have to look up the artist as I have forgotten. But, the painting is one I recognized, even as a youth. It was a painting of a young man, probably a court minstrel as he was holding a mandolin in his arms. His shirt was very colorful, striped with billowy sleeves. What really got my attention though was the minstrel's face ... he was the spitting image of Mick Jagger, no kidding. It amused me at the time, and amuses me even more now. I bought a souvenir postcard of that painting at the museum. Somewhere hidden within 30 years of mementos is the card, a remembrance of that Rijksmuseum "moment." - Cathy Hanlon 2000 HERE IT IS !!! - I FOUND IT !!! Check Out --> THE HIP GUIDE TO AMSTERDAM |
| "When confusion ceases, tranquility comes; when tranquility comes, wisdom appears, and when wisdom appears, reality is seen." ~ Keizan Jokan (1264-1325) "The eyes of my eyes are open." ~ e.e. cummings "It's a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best you very often get it." ~ Somerset Maugham |
| Time Out Take me out to the ball game ... How wonderful it feels to be out in the great outdoors amongst the cheering fans with the aroma of hot dogs and peanuts in the air. Everyone was having a great time. Smiles were abundant. High five's given to strangers, such camaraderie. "Hey lady, look up." "What?" "This one's for you lady." "What?" "Get out of the fricking way lady." "Hey, get off of me!" The fly ball was traveling faster than a speeding bullet. "Oh, my" I screamed, and ducked. I felt the pressure of his body as he leaned over me, crushing my feet as he jumped in my space. Then I heard the thump of the ball as it hit the man squarely on the head, line driving him up and over my huddled body, the ball landing softly in my lap. They called it a near miss, but I called it a stroke of luck. - Cathy Hanlon 1/2001 |
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