Does anybody even care?

Saturday, May 24, 2025. It's the Satyr's day . . . Lots of rain from thunderstorms are underway this morning in TulseyTown, as I begin the blog build. Forecasts indicate an on/off pattern of storms bridging the morning with the afternoon when moderate to strong Easterlies are to maintain 50/50 chances into the evening and into tomorrow morning with mid 70's.

All the mail this morning was soaking wet, but still readable ...

Once, an old fish met two young fish and asked “So, how’s the water today?” and the young fish responded, “Water? What's 'water'?”

Regardless of whose lips are moving in MAGA world, they're all lying, ignorant, and in denial of the damage they're doing even to themselves. —Heather Cox Richardson posted late last night in Letters From An American.

Bob Dylan is celebrating (perhaps, if celebrating is the correct term) his 84th birthday today. Labeled by many as the Shakespeare of our times, he was born in 1941 Duluth, Minnesota.

Novelist Michael Chabon turns 62 today. The author of Wonder Boys was born in 1963 Washington, D.C.

Poet, translator, essayist, playwright and Nobel laureate Joseph Brodsky was born on this day in 1940 Leningrad.

And, today in 1626, Peter Minuit bought the island of Manahatta.

Three Angels

Three angels up above the street
Each one playing a horn
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out
They’ve been there since Christmas morn

[…]

In this concrete world full of souls
The angels play on their horns all day
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?

– Bob Dylan, “Three Angels,” recorded by Big Sky Music, 1970.