These past two weeks I've hoped to find the time to stay in bed for a few and watch Ken Burns' Civil War (there is, after all, an untouched bottle of Maker's in the cupboard). Sadly, I've had to content myself with stolen half-hours in the midst of some holiday times socializing and my attempts to wrench out this Britney Spears book proposal. I have not visited the War Between the States in some time, having been pretty morbidly preoccupied with it as a girl. But I find now, as ever, the most remarkable bit of perusing its history is listening to Shelby Foote. Our dearly departed fellow Midtown Memphian has knowledge, ease and presence, the likes of which will ne'er be seen again.
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Dec 9, 2008
Verses
These past two weeks I've hoped to find the time to stay in bed for a few and watch Ken Burns' Civil War (there is, after all, an untouched bottle of Maker's in the cupboard). Sadly, I've had to content myself with stolen half-hours in the midst of some holiday times socializing and my attempts to wrench out this Britney Spears book proposal. I have not visited the War Between the States in some time, having been pretty morbidly preoccupied with it as a girl. But I find now, as ever, the most remarkable bit of perusing its history is listening to Shelby Foote. Our dearly departed fellow Midtown Memphian has knowledge, ease and presence, the likes of which will ne'er be seen again.
Love in This Club
General Robert E. Lee, born (in 1807) to be realized in triumphal frieze, was given the nickname "Marble Man" by his peers at Westpoint. His papa was the governor of Virginia, a certain Henry "Light Horse Harry" Lee, descendant of Sir Thomas More and the Earls of Crawford, and confidant of George Washington, who was, incidentally, great grandfather to Robert's wife, Mary Anna Randolph Custis Lee.
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