“Time,” the Sage tells me morosely, “is the medium of change.” And he should know, time has certainly changed him. I remember when he was but a pup (as it were) and now I keep tripping over his blasted beard. Honestly, some wise men … (he knows his onions though).
I discovered a couple of hours ago that one of my all-time heroes passed away a few days back.
Just another nutter. No-one will miss him … he’s the guy who had an idea, got it checked out by a fully credentialed geologist who apparently was unanimously backed up by an entire conference (which alone should have wiped the smirk of the face of a few other experts) but I won’t tell if you don’t—
—and nothing is more predictable than the reaction of the experts to some of the stuff put forward by the late Mr J. A.West.
NOT THAT IT MATTERS
a damn anyway. I mean, who gives a hoot if the great Sphinx of Giza is a few thousand more years (ten, anybody?) older than we were
taught pounded with at school? So?
SO MOVING ON
take a wee look at the NY World’s Fair of 1964. Sadly I’ve long since lost the 8mm movies and snaps I shot at the time but thanks to
the miracle of modern science I pulled these in off the WWW—
Vitality, anybody? Pizazz?
Hah! You should have seen the wee robots wandering about telling everyone the time …
I REMEMBER IT
as being America at its best. Vital, optimistic, unashamedly brash, and very talented without fear of showing so. Superlatives abounded—
—and when Spouse and I went back recently, in time for the Millennium, our host drove me out to the site.
It was a bit further away than expected.
We got there pretty much at sunset; daylight fading almost as fast as memories. We were the only souls abroad, no sign of nobody nowhere—which suited my mood perfectly.
Time has certainly done his work here. There. Everywhere …
… but that’s just the way of it. Without the use of maths and/or science (okay, possibly just a little) I’ve developed my own ideas on time and space which I shan’t spout here lest alarmed people track me down and send hordes of nice men in white coats around to my house.
But at least I have the comfort of knowing that one John Anthony West (deceased) might have approved …
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