WWII History: Gen. MacArthur presides over the formal signing of the sur... https://t.co/jjjMNkV8Yu via @YouTube
It’s like MacArthur, on the deck of that aircraft carrier, could see the long decades of prosperity and relative peace stretching out before him, to the present day.
This is one of the most beloved paintings in America, and it puts its finger on something we all pass through, first as the child, and one day as the parent left behind...
The painting is Breaking Home Ties, by Norman Rockwell, on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post in 1954. A father and his teenage son sit side by side on the running board of a battered farm truck, waiting at a railway stop. A single track runs along the bottom of the picture. A ticket pokes from the boy's pocket. His suitcase is stacked with schoolbooks and wears a "State U" pennant. The train is coming to carry him off to college, away from home, for the first time in his life.
Everything is in the way they sit.
The son sits upright, scrubbed and dressed in his best, eyes fixed on the horizon, on the track, on the future rushing toward him. He is already half gone. For him that train is the beginning of everything.
His father sits beside him in worn work clothes and scuffed boots, looking the other way, down the line, as if he cannot bear to watch it arrive. The same train means the opposite thing to him. For the son it is the start of a life. For the father it is the day the house grows quieter, the chair at the table sits empty, and the person he built his world around walks out into a life that no longer has him at its centre.
Look at his hands. He is holding two hats. His own battered one, and resting on top of it, his son's crisp new one, held carefully together, because it is the last small thing he can still do for the boy...
And then the dog, its head laid in the son's lap, gazing up, refusing to look away. Rockwell knew exactly what that was for: "The father couldn't show how he felt about the boy's leaving," he said. "The dog did."
It has moved people for 70 years because every leaving is a beginning for one person and an ending for another. The child steps out into the world, as they should. And someone stays behind, watching them go, and loving them enough to let them go anyway...
Houston is a serious town with serious people.
Dallas is a serious town with unserious people.
San Antonio is an unserious town with serious people.
Austin is an unserious town with unserious people. -OS
"There is a deep human need for beauty, and if you ignore that need in architecture, your buildings will not last, since people will never feel at home in them."
— Sir Roger Scruton
"To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition, the end to which every enterprise and labor tends, and of which every desire prompts the prosecution."
Samuel Johnson
Unless you’ve driven one of these magnificent beasts 2000 miles, without it occurring to you even once to put on a seat belt or put your kid in a car seat, while listening to Charlie Rich 8-tracks in a haze of Viceroy smoke, to the edge of the Grand Canyon, just shut the fuck up.
“Think not of the books you’ve bought as a “to be read” pile. Instead, think of your bookcase as a wine cellar. You collect books to be read at the right time, the right place, and the right mood.”
— Luc van Donkersgoed