archy.. the little cockroach poet (see archy and mehitabel) who jumps onto the keys.. one key at a time.. with all of his might and can not get the shift bar pressed to make capitals so types all in lower case.. helped me out here..
so archy.. here we go..
I grew up looking at this little writing, posted in the entryway to the home I grew up in, in Royal Oak, Michigan, and never understood what it meant until I was an adult.. sadly .. and I have scoured this home that I now own.. I have not been able to find it ..
So I will dedicate it to my mother.. Muireall Irene Casey Chastain.. for it was her who put this concept into my psyche ..
She also taught me about archy and mehitabel ..
- For What It’s Worth.. 57.. October 27, 2011
- For What It’s Worth.. 59.. October 29, 2011