Well Done

Crowd-sourcing is good! Here are a couple of photos that showed up in my “in box" reminding us that Buddy Teevens was also a son of Deerfield Academy in Massachusetts:

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EXTRA POINT

I’ve written before that if I listened to Rosetta Stone or Babbel recordings instead of podcasts while I hike each day, I’d be fluent in a half dozen languages by now. Well, I also listen to podcasts with noise-canceling headphones when I mow our lawn and field. It occurred to me the grass is growing so fast that if I were to load up The Complete Works of Shakespeare I’d be able to run the category the next time Jeopardy Masters comes on . . . or maybe next week, whichever comes first.

For fun, I asked ChatGPT just now to write a sonnet in Shakespeare’s voice about the tragedy of time spent mowing, and here’s what appeared on my screen in about 30 seconds. Scary.

O verdant blades that sprout with hasty pride,

Thou green usurpers of my humble plot,

Each morn anew thy armies multiply’d,

As though the earth some secret war had sought.

Did I not shear thee but a moon ago?

With sweating brow and mower’s roaring might,

Yet here again thy wanton tendrils grow,

And mock my labor with relentless height.

Thy swiftness rivals time’s own wingèd pace,

While I, poor serf, must chase thee evermore,

With clattering blade and frown upon my face,

A prisoner to this lawn I once adored.

O grass, if thou would’st but a fortnight stay,

I’d grant thee peace—and throw my shears away.