Seems if I’m not mentioning Martin L here on DD, I’m mentioning Franklin A.
Franklin is as lovely and centered and bright a person as you’d ever want to know. He is also very wicked.
Recently, he sent a link to a video, summarizing with only the three words ‘bittersweet and poignant’ in the email. The video begins:
‘In Toronto, Canada, in a little room above a beauty parlor, a woman dies.’
I replied:
My Very Dear Franklin –
Merci for this, which I watched before slumber last nuit. The piece brought back to me images of my own charmed childhood of wealth and privilege, but also the likelihood if not the inevitability that I myself will die alone in a room above a beauty shop.
– David H, the 63rd Earl of Shrewsbury
[BTW, ‘spellchecker’ wanted to substitute ‘wrath’ for ‘wealth’ in the above.]
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He replied that his hopes were that all our eventual rooms above a beauty shop were at the very least ‘well-appointed and air-conditioned’.
That cannot be asking too much.
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August 11, 2018 at 10:00 pm
larrymuffin
How very well done and interesting. A gentler age.
August 12, 2018 at 4:24 pm
Urspo
What happened to the first 62 of you? Do you know?
August 12, 2018 at 7:45 pm
Dave
I just stuck that in there for pomp, and picked 63 at random, but I am in fact a descendant of one of the gentleman in history holding the title Earl of Shrewsbury. My main claim to fame (!) however is that I am actually related to Benedict Arnold. Now, I can hear ‘Oh, please!’ but really, who would claim such a thing if it weren’t true?