I am lucky enough to have picked up in box lots at auction 2 different michael collins autograph. One was a box lot of cape Kennedy memorabilia where a pamphnet that was a 1 year anniversary political piece was signed by not only Micheal Collins, but Buzz Aldin and Neil Armstrong. The other was from the estate of a publisher that publish4d Micheal Collins book, and he autographed a copy to the two publishers.
from Eric Andersen: Well, today's a big, big sad day for me personally and all us songwriter music lovers. The dark? Well, he finally got there and the "yet" was removed early this morning. Patrick Sky the songwriter, singer, and Irish Uilleann bagpipe luthier and builder has left this world into the light from a hospice in Ashville, North Carolina, but didn't leave us for good. Songs like spirits always remain behind.
You were my label-mate at Vanguard Records. With his loving novelist and musician wife Cathy and devoted son Liam by his side, and keeping tight grips on his hand these past weeks, a hand finally slipped free, and the angels carried Pat Sky away. I recorded (as many others did) his great song "Many a Mile" and in the 60's Village, he and Buffy St. Marie and Peter LaFarge (Ira Hayes) were close friends in more ways than one.
They all shared Native American descent. Pat's was Cherokee from Georgia. He once fashioned a beautiful Indian mouth bow for Buffy which I hope she still plays. Pat was also close friends to the great Dave Van Ronk also known as (the "Mayor of McDougal Street.") They were musical drinking pals at the Kettle of Fish and Pat had always had a very keen, irreverent, barbed, droll sense of humor. A brilliant mind and an insightful soul. But you couldn't take the business hassles of the music scene anymore. Last time we were together was doing a concert together at the University of Virginia and were interviewed for radio by Jeff Place of the Smithsonian Institute. Afterwards, we retired to your and Cathy's comfy mobile home and sat in the dark in chairs outside, drinking beers, and wondering what happened to whom and where did so and so go? You were always curious and full of keen questions. I am still planning to record your great song "Nectar of God.”
Heard the rumor just confirmed by your son Liam. Joni Mitchell's song "Last Time I Saw Richard" was of course about Pat. Anyway, we are sending you big love and deep thanks for honoring us with your life and your music dear amigo, Patrick Sky, now be safe on your journey back home. Don't forget us.
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Some of his work appeared in John Boorman’s DELIVERANCE (1971), Robert Altman’s NASHVILLE (1975), Sidney Lumet’s NETWORK (1976), Richard Donner’s SUPERMAN (1978) and Peter Chelsom’s HEAR MY SONG (1991). "You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear? You think you've merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And *you* have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and *You... Will... Atone!* Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state, Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that... perfect world... in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock. All necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel."
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from the wiki: "As a senator, Gravel became nationally known for his forceful but unsuccessful attempts to end the draft during the War in Vietnam and for putting the Pentagon Papers into the public record in 1971."
Brooklyn federal judge Jack Weinstein died. NOOOOO
This 99 year old man died, but he hung on, for the sake of humanity, to his senior judgeship for most of his life.
Truly one of the heroes of the human race.
One does not know how to begin to describe what a rare person this man is.
I will just give one example:
He was so disgusted with the ridiculous sentences for viewing and/or "posession" of online pornography ( minimum sentence-per-charge in Arizona is 10 years with no early release) that he threw out every case, that came to his federal courtroom, as a "mistrial".
He hung on to life, and his honorable public service job, long, so he could make the lives of everyone else better. I always said, of the honorable man, "may he live long and prosper", while giving the Vulcan hand gesture.
(AUGUST 02, 2021) FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS -- Japanese prisoner of war veteran Len Gibson who survived Burma Railway dies aged 101 Len slaved on the infamous Burma-Siam “Death“ Railway and the Mergui Road, built in Burma by POWs and Asian labor which the Japanese army used as a means of retreat in 1945 as British and American forces advanced. He suffered nearly 30 separate bouts of malaria, dysentery, typhus, beriberi, tropical ulcers, and abscesses. A scant “diet” of poor rice, tea, and a “stew” which was little more than flavored water, plus beatings and intense labor in stifling heat, caused Len to drop to six stones in weight. After recovering in hospital upon his return to Sunderland, Len forged a new path as a teacher before meeting his future wife Ruby, who was a nurse. The pair spent 70 happy years together. Len was born in Sunderland on January 2, 1920. In early 1939 he was taking night classes at Sunderland Technical College and working during the day at the town’s Binns factory. Len volunteered for a TA artillery regiment and after the outbreak of hostilities, Len, accompanied by his banjo and his regiment, set sail landing at Bombay in India. They set off again on the slow and ageing ship Empress of India. Built in 1912, she had difficulty in keeping up with the convoy. Eight miles from Singapore, she was sunk by Japanese aircraft. “I had never been in the deep end of Sunderland swimming baths,” said Len. “But a piece of cork around my chest kept me afloat.” He was later picked up – minus banjo- by a boat and taken to Singapore – where he and his comrades and their truck-towed gun joined in the fighting to repel the Japanese invasion. Len added: “Word came that we were capitulating. It was to be an unconditional surrender. We could not believe it.” Len and his comrades were herded into metal cattle trucks in the punishing heat for a six-day journey into Thailand and their first labor camp. The journey saw the group divide into three and they took two-hour turns to stand, sit and lie down. Their first task was to clear jungle ground for the rail track in conditions Len described in his memoirs as like “being in an oven”. “There were often beatings when the guards weren’t satisfied with progress,” he said. “It was terrible to have to witness a comrade being beaten.” After 40 of their comrades died in a cholera outbreak, the prisoners had to bury them. After the Japanese surrender, the POWs were flown to Rangoon in Burma and taken to a dining room. When they eventually returned home, he said no one could possibly describe the feeling of seeing their families after more than four years. Lying in his own bed at last, Len remembered: “I gazed at the ceiling. How had I survived? Why had I been spared? “Every day for more than three years I had seen men die, because of inhumanity, starved of food and denied basic medicines.” On behalf of TGGF and its members, we salute Len Gibson for his devotion and service to our freedom. Thank You. “Every Day is Memorial Day” The Greatest GENERATIONS Foundation
------------------------------------------ personal note: We had a cat named "Burma".