That’s the title of my favorite Dr. Suess book. It’s the last one he created before he died. I remember rushing to the bookstore on the day it was released. I read it right there on the floor in the isle of the Walden’s near my house – and back then – I even felt guilty to be going to a “chain” bookstore to get it, but Dutton’s wouldn’t have it for another week.
Month: June 2014
Spinning Wheels
Every time I think I’m above it all, I find myself right back, flat-faced, molded, to the hard surface of the ground.
By “above it all,” I don’t mean in some condescending sort of way. I mean transcendent, like I’ve finally graduated, or matured somehow – where the little things no longer bother me. You’d think I’d have a real thick skin by now.
No such luck.
Losing Numbers
I don’t know why I’m writing this. It all started when I was telling someone about Tibor Jankay (1899-1994), an artist I love.
He has an amazing story about escaping a train to Auschwitz by chiseling a hole into the floor and sneaking out of the bottom of a boxcar. He was the only one to go. The others were too scared and possibly didn’t really believe their fate waiting for them at the camp. It was unbelievable after all.
Turning Wheels
When I say, “The wheels are a turnin,'” what the hell does that mean anyway? Is that just something to say?
No!
Before the Stitching
I’ve been taking it “easy” this weekend by not over working. I spent some time with my nieces yesterday, along with my brother, but we didn’t end up doing quite what be planned on doing since I got a flat tire.