A touch of the 1950s
My shirt adds a touch.
My daughter-in-law, Kara, explained the photos this way: “This is Madeline’s first week of school fashion… I really love that she is finding her own style and experimenting.”
Maddie’s mom has always had a nice sense of stylish flair and my grandgirl has been the beneficiary. Add to that the two years they lived in Spain and the notion that elegance is cool, and you get Maddie at 14, a young woman who has developed her own look and is comfortable with it.
Lose the backpack, Mads.
USO dance, 1944.
She has combined Goodwill (the outdoor shirt I bought for her) with the yellow lounging outfit, long sweaters, 1940s frocks, combat boots, Goth darkness, a haircut that looks like an accident and those ever-present and alluring dimples to become Madeline, Viking Warrior, which she has been since she was about 8. Now she has the clothes for it.
Here’s Madeline’s fashion as she enters high school in Memphis. She will take it with her to stir up Texas when the family moves to Waco at the end of September.
One tip: Straighten the shoulders, sweetie.
Maddie wore this on a theatre date with me (minus the jacket) when she was here this summer.
Coochanelli wants only those with money.
The Trump Administration, with former Virginia gubernatorial candidate Ken “Cooch” Coochanelli at the point, wants to rewrite the inscription on the Statue of Liberty so that America becomes a welcoming country only for well-to-do white people only.
The plaque was attached to the statue after it was constructed, but its intent has always been a part of our country’s reason for being: We want those looking for an opportunity, regardless of their culture, their circumstances, their religion.
Here are a few people we have welcomed, that were poor when they got here, but aren’t any longer. A lot of Americans benefitted from that largesse.
In 2016 “42 slots on The Forbes 400 belong to naturalized citizens who immigrated to America. That’s 10.5% of the list, a huge overperformance considering that naturalized citizens make up only 6% of the U.S. population,” according to Forges.
Here are a few success stories (not necessarily on the Forbes list) that the Trumpsters may want to consider before banning people because of the color of their skin or their religion.
- Yahoo founder Jerry Yang (Taiwan)
- Pepsi CEO Indra Nooyi (India)
- Andrew Ly Sugar Bowl Bakery (Vietnam)
- Vinod Dham CEO of Silicon Spice (India)
- Rijat Gupta ex-managing director McKinsey & Co. (India)
- Elie Weisel author and Jewish activist (Transylvania)
- Mel Martinez former U.S. Senator, chairman Chase Bank of Florida (Cuba)
- Andy Grove co-founder Intel (Hungary)
- Lowell Hawthorne founder Golden Crust Caribbean Bakery & Grill (Jamaica)
- Gene Simmons (Chaim Witz) musician with KISS (Hungary)
- Ahmad Meradji Booklogix CEO (Iran)
- Felix Sanchez de la Vega Guzman Puebla Foods founder (Mexico)
- Sergey Brin co-founder Google (Russia)
- Shahid Khan Jacksonville Jaguars owner (Pakistan)
I’m writing a story for early next year that will feature some of our more successful immigrants and you will know some of them. Imagine what we’d be without them.
Celebrate good times, come on!
Virginia creeper showing its red.
Sometimes, the outside is so glorious I can’t contain myself and this past weekend presented two days’ worth of that glory. I was outside, hiking, paddling and thoroughly enjoying the sun, the breeze, the clarity of the air, the smells and the soaking of all five senses at the same time.
The colors in the woods are beginning to ease toward fall, giving hints with the subtle changes of color in poison ivy, the Virginia creeper and a wide variety of other flora and fauna. It is a time to take notice.
Faux muscle boy.
A flower all his own.
I’m not sure what this is, but it’s lovely.
This says “fall” in a loud voice.
I think these are poison sumac berries.
Not sure what spun this web, but it’s striking and a little spooky.
Pam paddles toward me as fog clings to the mountain in the distance. The fog was lovely.
Pam has that great up-from-the-feet, full-throated laugh, even as Pampa tries to shoot a selfie.
It’s always odd to me how when I don’t see a good friend for a while, little gets lost in the intervening time. My pal Pam Golden and I have been promising to put the boats in the water for nearly two years and did it today, breaking away from schedules that sometimes confine us.
We hadn’t missed a beat, chattering about all manner of important and unimportant matters for a good while as we paddled the bumpy waters of Carvin’s Cove. It was a perfect day and the company could not have been better. Pam, who owns Glazed Bisque-It and helps people make some special ceramics, was full of good stories and great humor. So good to see her again.
Pam took this shot of Pampa, heading for her, wearing his hemp hat.