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Everett Lautin

Everett Lautin

My Comments (5 so far…)

'City Girl' Sheila Nevins

Sure, there was nothing better than milk standing outside for a few hours on a hot day; so you could put it in the ice box, at 32 degrees; so that you could empty the drip pan…sought of leaves a bad sour taste in my mouth.

What about the seltzer man with the glass spray bottles…you know, the ones that exploded.

…and when the milk man stopped come to your door…who was there to have a trist with?

Caption This!

Santa, these are my claus!

Sheila Nevins on Metaphors and Murder

If everybody got to nominate three people that they wanted dead…and that plan was carried out…in the end there would be no one left!

On the anniversary of 9/11, what do you carry in your heart about this day?

September 11, 2001

The Twin Towers©

I was made of steel, I was made of stone,

I was made by men of flesh and bone.

They built me strong they built me tall,

A symbol of strength for one and all.

And from my ramparts you could see,

The city of modernity.

Thousands came and gazed in awe,

All marveled at what they saw.

Commerce was my bailiwick,

I helped the world when it was sick.

My congregations came from afar,

They made their fortunes and were my star.

All races, creeds, and religions were,

My children all equal without a slur.

But things are not always as simple as they seem,

For sometimes men, they can be mean.

Then one fine day when the sun shone strong,

Something came that did not belong.

Some men of flesh and blood and bone,

Sent planes with fuel and speed alone.

They hit me once, they hit me twice,

Fires burned and I was filled with strife.

I tried to stand I tried to mend,

But it all was futile in the end.

I once was strong I once was tall,

Till one day I became nothing at all.

The Day Grandma Left Heaven for Dead, by Sheila Nevins

I am like the dyslexic agnostic, does dog exist? Eternity can be in the moment, at a boring lecture or at line at the bank (especially Citibank with all those federal employees). And heaven can be those special moments when lying in bed next to your significant other—even if sometimes it’s your dog. <!—break—>