NAPKIN WORDS #84 2011 - Dedicated to my Brother-In-Law Mike Prevor
1. IMPORTANCE OF YOUR TIME
Always remember, good times are yours.
Don’t be fooled by writers, or filmmakers,
who insist on telling, or depicting, that the
only good times were in the past, or worse,
that there are no good times arriving.
They arrive when you have them.
They are kept when you keep them.
They are your good times.
Treasure them always, for the best thing of
good times are that they are saved as memories!
2. IT IS NOT WHAT THEY CALL IT
The more that I am a witness to it, sitting at the
bar of Le Bernardin three nights a week writing
Napkin Words, the surer I am and the more
certain I am that great service is an art, it is not
an industry.
Good service, so-so service, even bad service is
an industry we see all around
Great service hangs upon the museum walls of
remembrance. That is art!
3. HISTORIES AND TIME
History – When the wise could speak, they stayed
silent.
Time – When they told, they were put away.
Present – When we stay silent about those put
away or fail to question why the wise stayed
silent so many times during our past history!
4. LE PENSEUR – THE THINKER (1902)
Auguste Rodin was right.
To think, is the great art of humanity!
5. FOR THE RECORDS
Time tells more truths than we ever will attempt.
That is the way of history!
6. A LOOK AT LIFE
If life were easier, I do not believe we would live
more wisely.
Wise lessons, it seems to me, are learned by a
degree of harshness.
It is not that the softness of life does not teach, but
the lessons learned from that way of living, usually
teach less than it should about life!
CELEBRATION TREE MARRIAGE
My celebration of our family tree begins in roots, honoring heart movements, blood transfusions, a transplanting of flesh. Siamese genetics, branches forming, joining, knotting, miracle bindings of human trees ever strengthened by that interlacing of love.
Histories traced once unknowns, darkness peered over all their paths. Yet our tongues raised heavens inquiries, so God gave praise, nourishing keys opened clasps, which once locked doors. Helped lay magic mats of welcome, giving life to joining words.
Our two family friendships now become one as they each touched loves frozen metal, searing flesh iced in wonder. Smiles of families, friends, reflected amid mirror images, ancient old, startling new, offering hugs to tomorrow's mirth.
Celebrating, we now sit at clear, open windows, smiling with awe, observing how wondrous love by these two, will create brightest forests breathing new life.
by Edward Hunter