Welcome to The Epic! I am launching this blog as a manifesto for and a guide to living well. The title and motto of the blog are taken from the Epicureans, at least some of whom believed in the notion that not one minute of the future was guaranteed to them and that as a result they had the duty to live life to its fullest every moment.
I believe in discovering fun and pleasurable things wherever I find myself each day and I am told I have a knack for unearthing them. My hope is that by sharing in my pleasures and some of my ways of finding them you will begin to collect all the riches that lie in the moments of your life. They are there. Take them! All our lives should be.....Epic.
The upstairs bar at Buckhorn Exchange, Denver. Those are real weapons over there. Next to really good whisky. Numerous kinds of wild game on the menu, including a rattlesnake appetizer. Not for the faint of heart. Tremendous.
Great literature is great because it speaks to everyone in some fashion. Across borders. Across generations. World War I ended at 11:11 a.m. today in 1918. British poet Rupert Brook died in 1915 while in the army. My favorite poem of his, "The Soldier", is understood by every soldier in every land who ever walked away from home toward some distant, horrific, place...
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Today, lets remember all who fell so we can walk, All who served so we could live. And if you would, please look back to the doughboys of the First World War. Gone now, they had virtually no reason to go and fight "over there". But they went anyhow. Like they always do. Because they loved us and because they wanted to help. Some to die at 27 like Rupert Brooke. Some to die much younger. Some to live to help us remember. God bless them all.
Catherine Deneuve is 73 today. The quintessential French "woman of a certain age". When I was in Paris some years ago my wife texted me that she would know if I went missing the only possible explanation is that C.D. and I had met!! I think that showed a wild over-appreciation of my charms!
She recently said that social media "don't allow people to dream anymore". It certainly doesn't work that way for me. Tonight I will have a bourbon on the rocks [one of her favorites] in her honor.
This is the birthday of A.J. Liebling, author of the book that made me "Paris aware". Please procure a copy of "Between Meals, an Appetite for Paris" and see for yourself. Then have a seven course dinner with appropriate wines to celebrate the life of this tremendous and under appreciated writer.
The Epic Helen Keller aptly stated that "life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all". For all the adventures of an Epic life, an adventurer's jacket is required. And of all the jackets in all the towns in all the world, no jacket is more adventurous than the safari jacket. All the right pockets to hold your identification papers, money, plastic, the little writing journal with the elastic strap to hold it closed, and [forbid] the occasional flask.
I wear my safari jacket all the time for travel and for the closer by adventures which one can find on any given weekend. It is perfect for any occasion not calling for a sports coat and tie and it gives just the right sort of dashing impression. An impression that one is the sort of fellow [or lady] who is just popping in for a whisky neat before catching the next train.
I have owned several safari jackets and you can pay almost ridiculous amounts of money for them. My favorite is the one shown above which you can get from Cabela's for about seventy bucks with free shipping. At times they put them on sale for less than forty bucks. In three color choices including a somewhat awful camo.
Wherever you find your jacket, trust me that the adventures will come right along for the ride.
In my mid 50s, husband, father and itinerant storyteller. I am a putative jazz singer, poet and novelist, dedicated to mining every minute of life for the veins of pleasure they contain. My motto is "Dum Vivimus, Vivamus"..."While we Live--LET US LIVE".