A friend sent me an email this morning to say that in honor of the times in which we live, she was writing a new version of the Jabberwock.  I replied to her post as follows: “I woke up today with a new first stanza of the poem tumbling in my head.” For those who have yet to meet

Movies were central to my life as a child.  For ten cents, I could hit the Saturday cartoon matinée and for two hours escape my poverty. Sunday afternoons, mom paid fifty-cents for two tickets to the grown-up flicks.  After that, we had a cheap dinner, probably Chinese, and went ho