drlobojo is not a doctor, nor is he a wolf, although he has been called a cur on occasion, nor is he a jo which is Scottish for sweetheart having never been called that to his recollection. He is a pre-Atomic (born before the first bomb blast in New Mexico), a boy off of the Red River of Oklahoma, son of a share cropper, and poor white trash at that.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
MEMORANDUM: You Are Mortal
Imagine you are in a time machine hovering over a villa in the Roman city of Pompeii. You hover there and observe the disaster as it unfolds.
I was at Pompeii this past summer. What a beautiful place for a town. Have you been? It's on an upper plateau with a clear and close view of mountains to the south, Vesuvius to the northwest and the sea stretching out the west. And it catches a breeze.
They had weeks of rumblings and knew what that meant. Most of the town had left. No now knows why some people either stayed or came back. To protect their belongings?
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I was at Pompeii this past summer. What a beautiful place for a town. Have you been? It's on an upper plateau with a clear and close view of mountains to the south, Vesuvius to the northwest and the sea stretching out the west. And it catches a breeze.
I have not yet been there. My son was there three summers ago. It is on my list.
They had weeks of rumblings and knew what that meant. Most of the town had left. No now knows why some people either stayed or came back. To protect their belongings?
I'd recommend Mary Beard's book.
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