Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Monday, September 22, 2014
Celebrating 50 years of Hospitality
We had a wonderful lunch at the Palm on Santa Monica Boulevard to get together with favorite friends, and not a few celebrities, to congratulate Alan Johnson on his many years of excellent hospitality, a fifty year milestone. Citations were given out from the City of West Hollywood in which Alan owns and runs the Ramada Hotel. The affair at the Palm may be their last, for they are closing and moving to Beverly Hills.
Fifty years have gone in a flash,
A blazing name that’s well earned,
We can see where the flames have licked and scorched
And remember how brightly they burned.
The glow of his spirit still warms us
Like the breath of a wild bushfire,
And we bask in the glow standing here in a row
Of an Aussie whom we all admire.
So don’t be shy, “lift up your glasses”,
They’re full on some other bloke’s shout,
Give a cheer like thunder, to a mate from Down Under
’Cause that is what this is about.
Neil Stewart McLeod - September 22, 2014
Saturday, September 13, 2014
At a dance rehearsal when my daughter was very young I caught her during a short break, and the picture is priceless. She was a student at Miss Lisa Sutton's Burbank School of the Ballet.
It was the luck of the moment
She sat by the wall ’neath the bar,
Her legs to the side on the varnished floor
And her tired gaze looking afar.
A lacy dress fluffed up around her,
Hands resting down on her shins,
Those light ballet shoes her dancers pride
Supple and tight and thin.
With one click the camera caught her,
That’s how the image was gained,
It hangs on the wall as a memory
Simple but beautifully framed.
I reflect on the reflection,
How rapidly times flies away,
My daughter is grown, with a life of her own
But the photograph brings back the day.
Monday, September 08, 2014
It is a great day! Today "Silver Tracks and Running Roses" went to press and became available on Amazon.
About three months ago in June, a lady confided to me that she had long wanted to publish her own manuscript, but had been unable to find any takers. After my own experience using Create Space, the publishing arm of Amazon, I immediately said "Well why don't you just publish it yourself. Send me the manuscript and let me show you how I would do it."
Not long after the file for the galley was on my computer, I printed it out and started to read. I could not put the manuscript down, and neither will you. The lady is Thelma Edwards, and together we her daughter, Anne Talltree, we conspired to put this book on the shelves for all. It is an absolutely stunning biography about Thelma's childhood in Goose Creek, Texas, in the 1920's.
The is clearly an American treasure, and I had the privilege of designing and editing it. This book tells a special tale in a unique voice. The imagery is bright and riveting as the author captures her priceless memories of another time and place for her family and the whole country. Generations will long return to this fine example of classic American literature for inspiration and understanding.
So now I share it with you.
On the day the proofs arrived I was invited over to be with Thelma when the box from Amazon was opened. We watched the dream come true. Please buy a copy, tell your friends, and when you have write a review on Amazon.
|Neil with Thelma Edwards on the Day her book arrived.|
Sunday, August 24, 2014
There is one book left to release in the series called "The Thorn With Me" it sits on an Oxford professor's desk and I am praying that an introduction will be forthcoming. Say prayers for me that it all works out.
For all of the bargain hunters here is a good one. All of the poetry books I have written are now available in special editions for schools that are greatly reduced in price. The trick is that the interior is in black and white only, but all the content is there. Take a look on Amazon and see for your self. The new editions are marked "SE".
Here is the link:
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
Today we are able to replace missing teeth better than we were ever able to do so in the past. I mean George Washington would have been really impressed. Even when teeth are congenitally absent we are still able to make room for the missing teeth and insert an artificial titanium root, and then build up a replacement tooth that looks natural.
|Missing lateral incisors|
|Titanium implants placed under cover screws|
|The finished result|
Saturday, March 15, 2014
|An extra half at the finish line.May 16th 1970|
|The celebratory dinner menu|
It was a misty Saturday morning, and masses of us were driven down to Compton Lane, just south west of Guilford in Surrey. Sandwiches were being handed out to all takers. I had already had a good breakfast, but I took a couple of sammies for which I was grateful later on. We were all gathered to take the Pilgrims Way, a Chaucerian fantasy across the south of England on the old Canterbury Trail. Well it was up hill and down dale for thirty miles all day. Some of the entrants cheated, they ran all the way, tch! I took my time through the soft rain and the muddy cart ways between various farms stretching out to the east.
|Neil the "Bovril Man" climbing the hill.|
By mid-morning a bracing hill climb found me staring at what looked like a pavilion on the crest. I was delighted upon reaching it to find a hiker’s snack bar distributing quartered oranges and half pints of Guinness. I had never had Guinness before. It changed the complexion of the whole day. Although I did find myself regretting not having had a second half later in the afternoon.
On crossing the finish line all participants were awarded a copy of “The Guinness Book of World Records”.
That First GuinnessI never really cared for Guinness
Thick, black, oily smooth and bitter
Not ’til that day of the United Hospital Walk
When we traced out the path of the Canterbury pilgrims.
Up hill and down dale
On muddy farm tracks and over fields
By hedges in the cold misty morning
And me in my stripped pajamas like the Bovril man.
But by mid-morning in the sunshine,
When I was bracing myself against a steep hill,
It seemed that a pavilion was staged
At the very top.
Other walkers were stopping ahead of me,
And hot and thirsty I paused
For only a little while
To down a half pint.
It went straight down,
Thick, black, oily smooth and bitter
I never cared for Guinness till then.
(This poem can be found in "The Thorn With Me", on Amazon)