The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Too Big to Fail #1


Pan American World Airways, 1927 - 1991

4 comments :

Sissy said...

tell you what, vintage Pan Am bags are going for a pretty penny on ebay these days...

Vanwall said...

I was just thinking about those, Sissy, they were iconic designs.

The Sanity Inspector said...

I read comments by some original Pan Am stewardesses, saying that they didn't swing their hips down the aisle like the actresses do.

mister muleboy said...

they didn't swing their hips down the aisle like the actresses do.

My middle-aged memory of a 12-year-old boy's 20-hour flights to Asia in the early '70s begs to differ.

In my memory, Gypsy Rose Lee had nothing on those flying goddesses.


Memory can be a good thing, provided it's flawed. . . .