An Ol' Timer Galveston fisherman's Words of Wisdom:
“When the wind's from the East the fish bite the least . . .
When the wind's from the West the fish bite the best !!“
"Live shrimp will catch more specs ... but a silver spoon with a yellow bucktail is a lot more fun . . ."
Words of Wisdom was a blog post on my site on November 10, 2021.
It is repeated here in compliance with my stated intent to share nominations by my readers of worthy expressions of wisdom and philosophy . . .
Of which there is a decided paucity. The comment appended to the post reveals the only response. Thank you, Debbie.
In any population there are characteristics which manifest across a spectrum.
One of these properties is wisdom. It is distributed by an indifferent nature in a wide range of capabilities. Some functioning groups assume an air of superiority that is not always justified. A particular profession is noted as presuming to be “just a little lower than the angels.” Vocal critics may challenge that self-aggrandisement.
Authors — those who wrote books intended to be consumed by the general public — display a span of competence. Some unabashedly borrow from the intellect of others.
Novels that I have read which put forth a gem of wisdom include “The Heart of Danger” by Howard Pease:
“Go straight to the heart of danger, for there you will find safety.” (Chinese Proverb)
Another is the Basuto proverb presented in “Something of Value” by Robert Ruark.
“If a man does away with his traditional way of living and throws away his good customs, he had better first make certain that he has something of value to replace them.”
These enduring axioms have lived in my soul for decades.
Invitation to my readers: if you can provide a preface of worth from a book you've read, please quote it in the comments. I will list submissions in a future blog.
Comments:
Debbie said…
I love this one quote, "Writing lets us live life twice -- once physically and once interpretively." by Alan J. Wright
November 10, 2021
In those long ago, almost forgotten days before Dairy Queen we found our debauch at the soda fountain in the corner drug store.
While the favored definition of “soda fountain” in current reference material points to the array of faucets that dispense various flavors of carbonated beverages, sixty or seventy years ago the term referred to the counter lined with swivel stools that occupied one side of the drugstore.
In the contextually accurate movie “The Music Man” we see Professor Howard Hill and Marian the Librarian seated at the soda fountain counter in the “pubic emporium” enjoying their beverages.
We, the young people in our neighborhood, ordered such favorites as cherry Coke, chocolate malts and vanilla milkshakes.
The Cokes cost a nickel, and the milkshakes were twenty-nine cents. The malts carried a premium price of thirty-nine cents.
Yesterday I was out and about in the mid-afternoon heat, and chose to treat my self to a chocolate malt.
Haven't enjoyed one for many years.
I anticipated an increase in the cost, in comparison to the long ago price. I was prepared to maybe pay as much as a dollar or two. I gave the clerk a five dollar bill, and took my change . . . thirty-six cents.
The malt was delicious. The memories were awesome. The lesson in economics was intimidating. And dismaying.
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