RKS Literature: Can a White Person Ever Know What a Black Person is Talking About? (James Baldwin)

“I hit the streets when I was seven. It was in the middle of the Depression and I learned how to sing out of hard experience. To be black was to confront, and be forced to alter, a condition forged in history. To be white was to be forced to digest a delusion called white supremacy. Indeed, without confronting the history that has either given white people an identity or divested them of it, it is hardly possible for anyone who thinks himself as white to know what a black person is talking about at all. Or to know what education is. “

James Baldwin, “Dark Days”, 1980.

RKS Literature: “The Communist Manifesto”: Your Horror at the Communists’ Intention to Do Away with Private Property

“You are horrified at our intending to do away with private property. But in your existing society, private property is already done away with for nine-tenths of the population; its existence for the few is solely due to its non-existence in the hands of those nine-tenths. You reproach us therefore, with intending to do away with a form of property, the necessary condition for whose existence is the non-existence of any property for the immense majority of society.”

Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, “The Communist Manifesto”, 1848.

RKS Literature: The Last Wishes of a Dying American Hobo (Jack Kerouac)

“I’m sick. I’m alone, I’m dying-see my hand up-tipped, learn the secret of my human heart, give me the thing, give me your hand, take me to the emerald mountains beyond the city, take me to the safe place, be kind, be nice, smile-I’m too tired now of everything else, I’ve had enough, I give up, I quit, I want to go home, lock me in a safe, take me to where all is peace and amity, to the family of my life, my mother, my father, my sister, my wife and you my brother and you my friend-but no hope, no hope, no hope, I wake up and I’d give a million dollars to be in my own bed- O Lord save me, In evil roads behind gas tanks, where murderous dogs snarl from behind wire fences cruisers suddenly leap out like getaway cars but from a crime more secret, more baneful than words can tell.

The woods are full of wardens.”

Jack Kerouac, “The Vanishing American Hobo”, 1960.

RKS 2026 Portuguese Wine: Morgado Silgueiros 2021 Reserva (Vinho Tinto) from Portugal’s Dão Region

I was fortunate a few years ago to benefit from a five-day media trip to Portugal’s Dão region relatively close to Porto. The wines and cuisine did not fail to impress. Our base in Viseu was a charming town with a fascinating medieval centre. It is worth a visit as is the Dão wine region.

Morgado Silgueiros 2021 Reserva is produced by Adega Cooperativa de Silgueiros which we did not visit. On occasion I review their wines all scoring close to 90/100.

The wine is a blend of Touriga Nacional (50%), Tinta Roriz (30%) and Alfrochiero (20%).

Aroma: Red and black fruit particularly black cherry and cherry liqueur. A smidge of chocolate covered cherries and rhubarb.

Palate: Grippy tannins. Firm body. Lean. Santa Rosa plum, raspberry and more of that cherry liqueur.

Personality: Consider me a good everyday wine. Basic. Well made. A fair deal.

Food Match: Beef for sure. Ox filet. Vegetarians may want to pair with lentil-black bean “meatballs”.

Cellarbility: No point in ageing. Drink in 2026

Price: $17 CDN.

RKS 2026 Portuguese Wine Rating: 88/100. Natalie MacLean 88.

(Morgado Silgueiros 2021 Reserva, DOP Dão, Adega Cooperativa de Silgueiros, Viseu, Portugal, 750 mL, 13.5%).

“Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: I HAVE BEEN BANNED FROM SQUIRREL HUNTING!

I HAVE BEEN BANNED FROM SQUIRREL HUNTING!

Oh what puppy pain! I have been banned from backyard squirrel hunting. And I’ve come so close!

I bark at the sliding door when I see the varmits but Bob says, “NO! When you learn how to come to me when I say COME perhaps you can resume the chase.”

That COME seems very important to him and now on our walks he is practicing this COME command incessantly. I will do whatever it takes to be back on the chase and for some reason COME is coming between me and my quarry!

RKS 2026 EURO Documentary Film Review: “We Are Stardust”

Let’s be frank. A documentary about a jazz musician/record producer hobby scientist searching for micrometeorites doesn’t galvanize interest other than for those guys with plastic pocket inserts with pens jammed in them……the Elmer Fudd crowd?

Micrometeorites, in non scientific terms referred to as “stardust”, are tiny extraterrestrial dust particles that survive atmospheric entry that land on earth.

The scientific community was adamant stardust could not be found in urban environments stating in glacial regions or at the ocean bottom were the sole locales they were collectible.

Jon Larsen proved them wrong using a sifter, baggies, a tiny shovel, a microscope and a magnet to collect dust samples in gutters and roofs to prove the scientific community wrong and winning their admiration to the point a small planet Asteroid 63788 JonLarsen bears his name! And the struggle of Larsen against the scientific machine will hook most viewers in more than the dry scientific discourses presented in the documentary about stardust by the “experts” who might not be such experts as they thought!

Larsen reminds one of an early goldminer in gold rush days but despite scientific recognition it has not led to any gold nugget financial success Larsen having to sell his guitars and production equipment for living expenses. The disastrous side of success?

But the fascination and sense of poetic justice with this film for many will be slammed up against the wall with impending tragedy after witnessing the success of Larsen with his struggles and findings enabling director, Elisabeth Rasmussen, to understand the Sami legend of Gabba, the white reindeer descended from the sun and possibly save her life. A tender, insightful and riveting personal moment giving this documentary a hybrid theme that seamlessly and symbiotically is a resounding success.

The film will be showing at the Copenhagen International Documentary Film Festival 15/17/21 April2026.

RKS 2026 EURO Documentary Film Rating 86/100.

RKS Literature: The American Hobo is on the Way Out (Jack Kerouac)

“The American Hobo is on the way out as long as sheriffs operate with as Louis-Ferdinand Céline said, ‘One line of crime and nine of boredom’ because having nothing to do in the middle of the night with everybody gone to sleep they pick on the first human being they see walking. They pick on lovers on the beach even. They don’t know what to do with themselves in those five-thousand-dollar police cars with the Dick Tracy two way radios except pick on anything that moves in the night….”

Jack Kerouac, “The Vanishing American Hobo”, 1960.

“Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: I AM A THREE PEE TYPE OF GUY

I AM A THREE PEE TYPE OF GUY

Bob was ecstatic yesterday. On my morning walk I peed three times. Usually it is once and on a rare occasion twice but three times!

I am delighted Bob is so happy about this but isn’t this “Much Ado About Nothing”? I will admit as the snow has almost entirely melted there are great patches of grass appearing and what aromas! Somehow my brain is saying, “Rory as a dog you are obligated to “comment” in a “certain way” on these aromas. I can’t help myself from commenting in a “particular way”. Similar to my need to climb snowbanks and hills.

Bob’s view is that the more peeing the less leakage “on the premises”.

“Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: “RORY IS THE KING OF THE HILL”

RORY IS THE KING OF THE HILL

Bob reviews films prior to their theatrical release. Let me correct that. He used to review films until I arrived at the doorstep of his life in early November 2025. Since then, he has reviewed one film in a three-month period. I have enriched his life by liberating him from reviewing films. He says his attention span is approximately 68 seconds when I am around. So, he ends up watching movies while simultaneously playing with me or ensuring my biting is causing minimal destruction. When there are dogs barking on television such as in the movie we saw last night “The Great Santini” I simply must join in and establish my superior bark!

I am not couch potato but have seen bits and pieces of film and listen to jazz as well.

I am a natural born climber (not a Tarantino “Natural Born Killer’) and rest assured unlike that Japanese skier in the documentary “The Man Who Slid Down Everest” I am sturdy.

With so much snow in Toronto in January for reasons unknown to me I must climb up on hills. Is it genetic?

Unlike these poor American soldiers in “Hamburger Hill” there are no obstacles in my way and I am not deficient in bravery. Well, sometimes I must jump into Bob’s arms as descents on snow and ice can be treacherous but aside from that I suppose I am inspired by that Roger Miller song “King of the Road”. I am King of the Hill!

With all the rain of late my snow mountain is reduced to a dirty patch of snow. But I will find a new one to climb and as they sing in “Sound of Music” climb every mountain!

RKS Literature: Classes of Bums in Paris (Jack Kerouac)

“There are various classes of bums in Paris, the high class bum has a dog and a baby carriage in which he keeps all his belongings, and that usually consists of old France Soirs , tin cans, empty bottles, broken dolls- This bum sometimes has a mistress who follows him and his dog and carriage around. The lower bums don’t own a thing, they just sit on the banks of the Seine picking their nose at the Eiffel Tower.”

Jack Kerouac, “The Vanishing American Hobo”, 1960.