KETCH REPUBLIK THE BEGINNING IS THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THE WORK. ~ PLATO, THE REPUBLIC
THE USUAL SUSPECTS
beautiful. intelligent. loving.
smart. competitive. sensitive.
creative. generous. friendly.
hilarious. sassy. creative.
This Here Republic
Today the term republic most commonly means a system of government which derives its power from the people rather than from any other basis, such as heredity or divine right. While I may like to think that sometimes fatherhood is a divine right, my children hold all the power. I’ve been a practicing father and tilting-at-windmills for more than two decades. I truly enjoy being a father, the fun and the fumbles. I am a proud father and as father’s around the world, firmly believe MY kids are the best. They are. No, really. They are.
Remi, just turning 20, is a beautiful woman and is on a full scholarship to NYU studying Chemisty. Right?! Jack, 10, is quarterback, surfer dude, and swimmer extraordinaire. Hannah, gymnast and artist, is a beauty in her own right. Lily, the “:Sassinator” is full of sass and perhaps the funniest of the 4.
“You never want your kids to see you scared. You want to be that rock that they grab a hold of in a stormy sea. Actually, a rock would sink. So a floating rock.” ~ Phil Dunphy, Modern Family
WW2 LETTERS OF PVT MELVIN JOHNSON
“Heroes are often the most ordinary of men.” This quote, by Henry David Thoreau eloquently epitomizes my grandfather and so many like him that left the familiar behind as ordinary men and women, and sacrificed greatly, sometimes everything on foreign soil to become uncommon heroes. From Utah Beach, to Cherbourg, through hedgerows and mud, through French cities like Laval, La Haye du Puits, Mantes-Gassicourt, and Luneville, the 79th Infantry Division and my grandfather cut a wide swath through France. These are his letters as he fought across France.
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FOLIE À PLUSIEURS
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!
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