love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body…-whitman
nostalgia. it’s delicate, but potent. in greek, ‘nostalgia’ literally means the pain from an old wound. it’s a twinge, in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. this device…isn’t a spaceship. it’s a time machine. goes backwards, and forwards. takes us to a place where we ache to go again. it’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. lets us travel the way a child travels, round and around, and back home again, to a place where we know we were loved.
athletics last for such a short period of time. it ends for people. but while it lasts, it creates this make-believe world where normal rules don’t apply. we build this false atmosphere. when it’s over and the harsh reality sets in, that’s the real joke we play on people…everybody wants to experience that superlative moment, and being an athlete can give you that. it’s camelot for them. but there’s even life after it.
First Purchase African M.E. Church was in the Quarters outside the southern town limits, across the old sawmill tracks. It was an ancient paint-peeled frame building, the only church in Maycomb with a steeple and bell, called First Purchase because it was paid for from the first earnings of freed slaves. Negroes worshiped in it on Sundays and white men gambled in it on weekdays. [To Kill A Mockingbird]