Remembering Patsy: September 8, 1932 – March 5, 1963

"She drank beer and cussed a blue streak and told dirty jokes to make the men blush. She called herself "the Cline" and most everybody else "Hoss." This must have been an altogether new sort of behavior up in heaven, back when she arrived, all of a sudden, fifty years ago today. But I suppose heaven must have made quick peace and accommodation. Because how could you possibly keep Patsy Cline out of heaven?"


Drinking Beer With Patsy Cline Up in Heaven

Cave of The Storm Nymphs

Edward Poynter, 1903

On The Sea
by John Keats
It keeps eternal whisperings around
    Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
    Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often 'tis in such gentle temper found,
    That scarcely will the very smallest shell
    Be moved for days from where it sometime fell.
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
    Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
        Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
    Or fed too much with cloying melody---
        Sit ye near some old Cavern's Mouth and brood,
Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired!

 

Stan Musial, 1920-2013

"Stan “The Man” Musial, one of major league baseball’s most prolific hitters and a model of good sportsmanship during his Hall of Fame career..."

Stan the Man deserves to be remembered as one of baseball's best.

Mr. Musial, I never had the pleasure of seeing you play but you were always an inspiration for your continued excellence, sportsmanship and unwavering decency. Sadly we shall not see your like again.