My friend Zsuzsa Beres is holding a commemoration in Budapest on the weekend of May 16–17, to celebrate the life of her late husband — and my friend — Fred Branfman, who passed away in September last year.
Two acquaintances at a long-ago party had recognized an obscure literary reference in an out-of-print book by a long-dead author:
Dolce far niente: ‘Sweet doing nothing’
It’s rewarding to know this little blog is building momentum. I’ve received several messages of encouragement, including this missive from PJ:
Good job! Nice writing too. Chuck in some characters and you’re made.
Sitting down to write on the deck of this gently rolling boat, shortly after dawn, the mind settles into easy contemplation.
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