THE IDES OF MARCH
“Beware the Ides of March
Said the Sage from on top of the Arch
But Caesar ignored him
And went to the Forum
And got stabbed right in the Gazarch”
OK, so I kinda cheated on that last line there. I was in a hurry and I didn’t think that more than 5% of the population would know what I was talking about anyway.
SOMETIMES I AM MY OWN SANTA CLAUS! I hadn’t planned on it. It just happened as a byproduct of finally doing something I should have done ages ago.
My desk usually looks like Dresden after World War Two. Calling it a pile of rubble is generous. It had reached the point where I didn’t know what was stacked up there. Anyway – the other day I was looking for a small pocket knife that I know had been on my desk at some time in the past. I was rooting around when I saw something that was held together with a rubber band. It looked like a bundle of plastic cards. I gave up on the knife. It will work its way to the surface at some point, but the plastic cards had my attention for the moment.
BE WARNED. I’VE GOT ON MY THINKING CAP.
When that happens the dogs howl, babies cry and milk goes bad on the “Best if used by…” date. And I usually end up with my neck in a wringer.
What triggered my lobes into action was a feeling, a nostalgia, perhaps. I got an email from a local theater group that is holding auditions for their next production. I have no interest in that particular play, but it hit a responsive chord in my heart.
“Oh, Spring! Child of the aged Winter, up from the ice and cold with promises of dewy life and coursing warmth. You are most welcome.“The empty nests in high branches above are homes again with small lives that will grow to sing with their joy of life.
“The icy winds, fleeing as the South moves with the sun and those holy words from men all in blue, ‘Play ball!’”
— Joey Bagadonuts
THERE HAS ALWAYS BEEN MUCH ADO about “The Ides of March.” We can pin that on William Shakespeare and his dramatic version of the offing of Julius Caesar. Also known as “Brutus and The Boys Giving the Shank to the Boss.” There have been plays, movies, books, a ballet and an opera about Julius going for a dirt nap. I’m also aware of a limerick about it all.
“Beware the Ides of March,”
Said the Sage from on top of the Arch.
But Caesar ignored him
And went to the Forum
And got stabbed right in the gazarch.
