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November 06, 2008


Well could that be because Derek Walcott wrote a poem for Obama?


So well written, thank you for sharing your perspective and thoughtfulness - too seldom heard in the media.

Thanks for this dear friend,
I am only sad that our paths did not cross that night, as I too was at 125th and Adam Clayton Powell, a minute before the channels called the election.
And later that evening, at 1.30 in the morning, as the cars were still blaring their horns, and crowds were still thronging the streets, I was at White Castle, eating my first sliders, and remembering the final lines from the first "Harold and Kumar", where the immigrant experience becomes the American dream, and they fly off a cliff in a hang-glider to finally get those burgers. I thought it was kind of poetic to eat at White Castle...

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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.