Three things from DAH. 

DAH is me, David Anthony Hance. I don't forget. I just move on. 

First up this week, O Brother …  
What a year, 2000. Turning the corner into a new century, a new millennium, and a new life with major changes. Movies of 2000: Gladiator won the Best Picture Oscar, but it's O Brother, Where Art Thou? that sticks with me. A fever dream retelling of The Odyssey, set during the Great Depression in the American South. My life had a soundtrack. We'd just finished a touring production of the Sondheim revue Putting it Together and were about to begin Tin Pan Alley: A tight group of friends performing revues built upon the Great American Songbook. The O Brother music was of a related branch. T Bone Burnett developed the soundtrack before the movie was even filmed. The music was rooted in Americana. I was a traveler, and that movie was an epic journey. I longed to be bona fide, but then I can't be George Clooney.
Man of Constant Sorrow (Alison Krauss & Union Station, live in Louisville, Kentucky in 2002)

Second up this week, O'Sullivan OBE …  
Sometimes, on journeys, we kick over rocks and are surprised by what's revealed. Recently, I was poking along, minding my own business. In passing, I noticed the name Ronnie O'Sullivan. In passing: The way I learn about interesting things. My attention is an in-passing touristy-yokel. So, Ronnie O'Sullivan, a six-time world snooker champion. Snooker? Some kind of pool game (cue variety, not water variety). Is O'Sullivan a fancy pool shark? But he's been awarded an OBE! An Officer of the British Empire acknowledged by QEII. Not exactly a pool shark. But somebody (Ronnie O'Sullivan) and something (snooker) to which I'd never paid attention. Yet they both appear significant, to many, upon further investigation. I feel over-yokely in this passing. There's so much I don't know.
What's the Difference Between Billiards, Pool, & Snooker

Third up this week, Oh Henry! …  
Gone now, except in Canada, apparently. Just a candy bar. Chocolate, caramel, peanuts, and fudge … introduced by Chicago's Williamson Candy Company in 1920. What's one mass-market candy bar, more or less? How often have I thought about Oh Henry! candy bars? Almost never. Although they used to be readily available. How often do I think about passenger pigeons? Almost never. Although they used to be all over the place. Until they weren't. Who cares? Oh Henry!, passenger pigeons, whatever. Except, except, I'm uncomfortable with the reality that anything could disappear and I might not even notice. As if it never was. Recalled, if at all, as a dream. What if the disappeared was something or someone that mattered? Mattered to me, or my community, or humankind. Are we yokels so busy squawking about nothing much that we never get to the heart?
10 Oldest Candy Bars in the World

And a bit more:

Nothing to Say, by O. Henry

"You can tell your paper," the great man said,
"I refused an interview.
I have nothing to say on the question, sir;
Nothing to say to you."

And then he talked till the sun went down
And the chickens went to roost;
And he seized the collar of the poor young man,
And never his hold he loosed.

And the sun went down and the moon came up,
And he talked till the dawn of day;
Though he said, "On this subject mentioned by you,
I have nothing whatever to say."

And down the reporter dropped to sleep
And flat on the floor he lay;
And the last he heard was the great man's words,
"I have nothing at all to say."

And that's all for this week.
From Mary Oliver’s poem Sometimes …  

Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it. 

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