Maybe I should have named my blog Potpourri or Pastiche or simply a Savory Stew because I aim to throw a lot of different things into the pot, mostly about reading, writing and art, but many other things, too, because I’ve lived a long time and have a lot of interests. I also will include here thoughts of others I come upon who share my loves. Including those of you who care to share your thoughts and impressions.

Archive - January, 2013

On the Passing of Stan Musial
posted by Ed Farber on January 21, 2013

The recent passing of Stan Musial and the outpouring of sentiment by St. Louisans, young and old, reminded me that here was a superstar who made it to the very top without the use of drugs, sensationalism, ego-padding, or notoriety. He did it on the basis of his exceptional talent as a baseball player and being a genuinely good and humble person. He was tagged Stan “The Man” and he was a man in the best sense of the word. There is a Yiddish word for man that really means “a fine gentleman.” That word is mensch. My grandfather called him, Stan, the Mensch!

I remember going to old Sportsman’s Park to see Stan and the Cardinals. As a poor kid, we could get in free with a Knot-Hole Gang pass that allowed us to sit in a section far down the third base line next to the bleechers. As a youngster of 12 or so, I would take the streetcar, accompanied by my pals, and head for the ballpark at Grand and Dodier.

Times were different then and so was baseball—more of a sport than a billion dollar business.

One of the many stories about Stan that ran in the local newspaper was one that talked about Stan asking to have his salary reduced  because he had a bad year (for him.) Can you imagine any baseball player today doing that? In contrast to Albert Pujols who left the Cardinals for the highest bidder!


On Being in a Funk
posted by Ed Farber on January 4, 2013

January 4, 2013


I was thinking about those who are optimists, as I consider myself, and those who look at things pessimistically, always in a down mood (not caused by medical depression.) I have a little advice:

Whenever you are way down deep in the dumps or experiencing the blues and the blahs (my how I love alliteration) just sing, whistle or hum this tune, sung by a little girl with a mop of red hair in the musical “Annie.”

To sing along with a video clip from the original stage production, click:

The sun'll come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow there'll be sun!

Just thinkin' about tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow 'til there's none!

When I'm stuck with a day
That's gray and lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,



The sun'll come out tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on 'til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You're always a day away!

Thanks to Martin Charnin who wrote those lyrics for the hit Broadway show.  The words  are the essence of optimism. So, whenever you feel a foreboding darkness on a particular day, remember, the sun’ll come out tomorrow as it has for the eons our world has existed.

It’s also a little reminder to those of us who write poetry that song lyrics, as simplistic as they sometimes are, can be an art form that relays messages just as powerful as those written by the most respected bards.