73 (Best Regards)
73 — in Morse Code — is a palindrome.
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and is an abbreviation for “best regards”.
Sonnet 73 — by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
MUSICAL INTERLUDE
I often set the gizmo to shuffle through the 50 or so albums by Van Morrison these days — I find his music supportive, sustaining, healing.
Here’s one in high fidelity for you.
“Can you imagine us
Years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange To be seventy” three
— Bookends (Simon & Garfunkel in Central Park)
Video put together three years ago. My first 70 years. “Deconstructing LXXander”
Now LXXIII (Alexei). 73.
Happy Birthday to me.
Birthday Boy - The Residents
Withdrawing Fables From the Memory Bank and other New York City Reveries - now on Goodreads.
For now only in that most unreal “book” format: eBook — but paperback will be available in January.
Withdrawing Fables From The Memory Bank by AleXander Hirka | Goodreads
"As the author lets us know throughout, this is a work …
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(With great big ♥ thanks ♥ to those who have!)