My life with foster parents Anthony and Susan is so good. I am protected, loved, well taken care of and oh how I love that cold and clean water in my bowl they refill several times a day. And I happily receive a chunk of what they call a “bagel” or “English muffin” every morning.Continue reading “Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog: Please Please Not Again!”
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RKS Literature: Love or Madness? (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
“He was not so much in love with Gloria as mad for her. Unless he could have her near to him again, kiss her, hold her close and acquiescent, he wanted nothing more from life. By her three minutes of utter unwavering indifference the girl had lifter herself from a high but somewhat casual positionContinue reading “RKS Literature: Love or Madness? (F. Scott Fitzgerald)”
RKS Literature: The Growth of Intimacy (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
“The growth of intimacy is like that. First one gives off his best picture, the bright and finished product mended with bluff and falsehood and humour. Then more details are required and one paints a second portrait, and a third-before long the best lines cancel out- and the secret is exposed at last; the planesContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Growth of Intimacy (F. Scott Fitzgerald)”
RKS Literature: That Faintly Odorous Atmosphere of the Cave and the Nursery (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
“Almost impersonally he was convinced that no woman he had ever met compared in any way with Gloria. She was deeply herself; she was immeasurably sincere-of these things he was certain. Besides her the two dozen schoolgirls and debutantes, young married woman and waifs and strays whom he had known were so many females, inContinue reading “RKS Literature: That Faintly Odorous Atmosphere of the Cave and the Nursery (F. Scott Fitzgerald)”
Travels to a Different Time: Travels of My Mother: 4February1971: Palma de Mallorca, Spain: A $1 Lunch of Steak, Mushrooms, Spinach, Half a Bottle of Wine and Coffee
Dear Boys: Don’t throw envelopes out as I want to save the stamps. I am sitting in the sun and is 85 degrees. I wish I brought some lighter clothes. I have had such a nice time-today I visited the castle bult in 1300. I walked to it and it was a long one. IContinue reading “Travels to a Different Time: Travels of My Mother: 4February1971: Palma de Mallorca, Spain: A $1 Lunch of Steak, Mushrooms, Spinach, Half a Bottle of Wine and Coffee”
RKS Literature: Cocktails and a Life of Nothingness of the Idle Rich
“Back in his apartment the grayness returned. His cocktails had died, making him sleepy, somewhat befogged and inclined to be surly. Lord Verulam-he? The very thought was bitter. Anthony Patch with no record of achievement, without courage, without strength to be satisfied with truth when it was given to him. Oh, he was a pretentiousContinue reading “RKS Literature: Cocktails and a Life of Nothingness of the Idle Rich”
Reggie The Egyptian Rescue Dog: The Final Cut :Rescue Dog Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: Chapter Four
So here I am in Canada with my foster parents Anthony and Susan. Gradually I am starting to feel good about myself. I am gaining confidence. I am saddled with countless bad dreams about my treatment on the streets of Cairo, master Anwar’s state abduction and execution for simply being critical of the Egyptian government.Continue reading “Reggie The Egyptian Rescue Dog: The Final Cut :Rescue Dog Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: Chapter Four”
RKS Literature: United States Congress as a Pigsty
“On this minor his dream faded-work to do: he tried to imagine himself in Congress rooting around that litter of that incredible pigsty with narrow and porcine brows he saw pictured sometimes in the rotogravure sections of the Sunday newspapers, those glorified proletarians babbling to the nation the ideas of high school seniors! Little menContinue reading “RKS Literature: United States Congress as a Pigsty”
Reggie The Egyptian Rescue Dog: The Final Cut: Canada My New Home! Chapter Three
There is a big stir at Toronto Pearson Airport when our crates are unloaded from the airplane and placed in the cargo area. There are television cameras and journalists like my deceased master Anwar. I wonder if anyone is watching us in Egypt? Many journalists are interested in me knowing Anwar was my master. TheyContinue reading “Reggie The Egyptian Rescue Dog: The Final Cut: Canada My New Home! Chapter Three”
Reggie The Egyptian Rescue Dog: The Final Cut: My Master is Dead What Hope Exists for Me? Chapter Two
As my health improves, I pay some attention to the television monitor in the recovery room of the animal hospital. I had watched BBC News with Anwar many times and I hear with crushing sorrow, so great I query if you can feel my heart breaking, that Anwar has been executed as a traitor toContinue reading “Reggie The Egyptian Rescue Dog: The Final Cut: My Master is Dead What Hope Exists for Me? Chapter Two”
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