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Here is a Sup—I mean repository of the texts of my together with some readings of them. The essays were broadcast by WXXI 91.5 Classical of Rochester, NY on Salmagundy each Saturday at 9:35am Eastern Time, from the beginning of time (1985) till May 2009 when Entropa (evil Goddess of Change-for-the-Worse-or-Possibly-the-Worst) troubled the minds of the WXXIites and they retired Simon and Salmagundy, and Rochester went into a terminal decline---for ever.
I continued on that brilliant bastion of all that's good and kultured, WCLV's syndicated Weekend Radio on many (mainly NPRish) stations traditionally on the first and third weekends of the month, though weekendage varied, till the horror crept ever onward and that too was devoured (in August 2023, a date which will live in infamy or at lease mild irritation)... and only I remain, defiant though wimpering.
Richard Howland-Bolton
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Hello; and Welcome to you. Today I am going to tell you the secret of life. And for once you won’t be charged anything and operators won’t be standing by at toll free numbers or even those “a charge of one dollar and fifty cents per minute will be added to your telephone bill” ones.
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There is no rest, it has been said, for the wicked, and of late I seem to have been rushing about to such an extent that it is starting to cause me quite a bit of eschatological concern. I mean, no sooner had I got back from England and had just about figured out what time of day it was and when I should sleep, than I had to hurtle off to Orlando in Florida for a conference.
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Well, England’s a thing of the past and I’m finally back in Texas. You know going back from there to here set me thinking about how it is never actually possible to go back anywhere, not with any real satisfaction anyway.
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Food is of course a dominant concern when travelling, in fact next to the omnipresent concern of the seasoned traveller for that ache in the butt caused by sitting in cars and planes and then more sitting in trains and taxis, all of which are engaged in a life or death struggle for supremacy as the ultimate in discomfort, it is the dominant concern.
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Well, having been travelling around what I’ve always thought of as my native land for a week now, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve become a foreign person or, to put it in a more satisfying way and I’m sure more accurately, that it has become a foreign land.
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Ah! “Distance lends enchantment”, doesn’t that just sound so idyllic and don’t you think that it is interesting that actuality is usually the complete inverse to that old saying.
“Distance lends enchantment” (and please don’t say, old thing, that you’ve never heard the old saying because you’ll ruin the next three minutes if you do!)
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Well I managed to make my trip to Ithaca and get back to Plano in one piece with Herebeorht (and after 30 hours and 1,637 miles in a car with a twelve-year-old I’d better surprise you by making it clear that he is in one piece too---and the piece is still breathing!!)
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As you listen to this I will probably still be hurtling along the road between Plano and Ithaca---fifteen hundred miles of cruisin’ with the radio blastin’ (well at least turned up a little bit from its usual level, and for once in its life tuned to a country station)---and I’ll be doing something that there is no way I could do back in England...
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Modern science is hedged about with great Principles of Conservation - the Conservation of Momentum, the Conservation of Energy (which not so long ago made such a successful take-over bid for that oldie but goldie the Conservation of Matter) and so forth, and now we can announce an amazing breakthrough by the Salmagundy Physical Laboratory here on State Street:
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 So, I want to know, what is it with you chaps and your flag? Not only do several million kids pledge themselves to it every morning for a good part of the year, not only do you fly it at every appropriate opportunity (and rather a lot of inappropriate ones too—I mean, how patriotic can all those used car lots possibly be?)
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