The “old days”: Good, bad or just old?

by David Benjamin “Oh, I wish I was an Oscar Mayer./ That is what I’d truly like to be,/ ’Cause if I was an Oscar Mayer wiener,/ Everyone would be in love with me.”  ―The Oscar Mayer Wiener Song MADISON, Wis. — Every paycheck I got during my employment at the Waunakee Canning Company identified…

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Twenty-four poems I love (and one of mine)

by David Benjamin “‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son!/ The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!/ Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun/ The frumious Bandersnatch!’”  ― Lewis Carroll MADISON, Wis. — For three years in high school, I carried around a dog-eared copy of Louis Untermeyer’s Great Poems anthology. In the course of this autodidactic…

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The commodities box

by David Benjamin “She has eighty names, thirty addresses, twelve Social Security cards and is collecting veterans’ benefits on four non-existing deceased husbands. And she’s collecting Social Security on her cards. She’s got Medicaid, getting food stamps, and she is collecting welfare under each of her names. Her tax-free cash income alone is over $150,000.” …

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A simpler time? Yeah, when?

by David Benjamin “… You can’t go back home to your family—to a young man’s dream of fame and glory, to the country cottage away from strife and conflict, to the father you have lost, to the old forms and systems of things which seemed everlasting but are changing all the time…”   —Thomas Wolfe…

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“Memory Care”

by David Benjamin “… Strictly entre nous/ Darling, how are you?/ And how are all/ Those little dreams/ That never did come true?… ” — “Thanks for the Memory,”  Leo Robin & Ralph Rainger MADISON, Wis. — Lately, I’ve been trampling on my sister’s memories. Margaret Ann Benjamin, henceforth referred to as Peg, was a…

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“But, Sister, what if … ”

by David Benjamin “… There’s a limbo moon above/ You will fall in limbo love…” — Chubby Checker MADISON, Wis. — According to a shocking news bulletin, there are deacons in Catholic churches from Michigan to Arizona—and God only knows where else—performing counterfeit baptisms. Over the years, this scandal has affected hundreds, perhaps thousands of…

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Books, Blacks and Blondie

by David Benjamin MADISON, Wis. — So, it’s 1965 or ’66 and I’m between classes in high school. I encounter a singularly yummy girl named Sherry, who has a reputation. Gently, she pins me against the lockers and goes into a sort of Mae West “Why don’t you come up and see me sometime?” routine.…

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Spluttering with Otto, splattering with Roy

by David Benjamin “Once you have learned how to ask questions — relevant and appropriate and substantial questions—you have learned how to learn and no one can keep you from learning whatever you want or need to know.” — Neil Postman & Charles Weingartner PARIS — There’s a persistent and popular prejudice, particularly in America,…

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The heartbreak kid

by David Benjamin MADISON, Wis. — Essayist Margaret Renkl recently recalled a question she posed to her great-grandmother about her great-grandfather, who had died some thirty years before. To Renkl’s surprise, great-grandmother barely remembered the man to whom she’d been married for three decades. She told Renkl, “It’s almost like it happened in a dream.”…

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Holster that dootenforzer, pardner!

by David Benjamin  “… Now he turned my dial to channel one I knew that this was gonna be fun He turned my dial to channel two That station thrilled me through and through…” — Phil Medley and Bill Sanford, “TV Is the Thing This Year” MADISON, Wis. — There’s a tableau in Rob Reiner’s…

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