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Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
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The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
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Great story. Thanks for one more wonderful, Gerard.
Excellent!
Nice story. A reveal that Moore is/was a classy gent.
Are there any celebrity types that would do that kind of thing today?
They all seem so full themselves.
A classic English gentleman. Sir Roger played Bond with a more humorous tone than the others;I suspect it came quite naturally to him.
What a lovely story,thanks Mr V.
Another one to file under They Don’t Make ‘Em Like They Used To.
By the time Moore took on the Bond role the appeal of Bond films had begun to pale for me, but I shall always love his work in The Saint TV series, which I enjoyed as a teen, perhaps in some measure because it aired late, after prime time, and I was the only one of my family still awake so that I felt quite grown-up to watch the program with the lights out and only the shifting glow of the TV tube to cast the living room into a chiaroscuro that seemed to deepen each episode’s appeal.
It wasn’t just Moore’s portrayal of Simon Templar that entertained, it was also the series’ variety of character actors who came and went, sometimes more than twice in different roles, during the series’ run that I found delightful – and not always because they were all good at their craft, but because some of them were so awful that they contributed unintentioned amusement, such as English actors putting on thick Italian, Spanish, or Greek accents, and the thoroughly English Percy Herbert doing his level best to make me believe he was a New York City mob tough guy. The series for me is a gift that keeps on giving as, from time to time, I now have lots of fun reading on IMDb the biographies of its character players.
G: what a delightful story—why we keep coming back, every day.
Sir Roger Moore caught my attention first as Ivanhoe. He was young then and, as always, a beautiful man. He had, as always, the twinkle in his eye as Ivanhoe, Simon Templar and James Bond.
This is a great story to tell and to hold.
My mother was one of his greatest fans.
All the actors made their own impression on the James Bond character and Roger Moor made James Bond very much a continuation of his earlier ‘The Saint’ series. You can watch the series just to see all the Saint extras and co-stars who would play other and similar roles in James Bond movies later. My favorite is the Saint episode “Luella” from 1964. Roger Moore stars with David Hedison – who would play Felix Leiter in Roger Moore’s first James Bond outing “Live and Let Die” (1973). Even back in 1964, the writers inserted a story line where the Saint pretends to be James Bond to get some information out of a recalcitrant matron – almost a decade before he actually becomes James Bond. Fourth wall stuff even back then.