My Papa’s Waltz Shoes

Manolo says, yes, these Finnish dancing shoes are silly, but the Manolo loves them, for they remind him of one of his favorite poems, Theodore Roethke’s My Papa’s Waltz.

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

And now you must click on this link and listen to the poet read it.

P.S. From the Manolo internet friend Rachel and from the Manolo’s friends at the Boing Boing


Crocs Get the Boot

Manolo says, sensible peoples in positions of authority are stepping forward to protect the innocent.

Crocs, those ubiquitous, Swiss-cheese-like clogs, are joining their flimsier flip-flop cousins on school “do not wear” lists around the USA.

More public schools are instituting stricter, parochial-style dress codes, and Crocs, along with generic sandals and flip-flops, aren’t fitting the closed-toe, closed-heel criteria. […]

In some elementary schools, Crocs are a safety question. Though most schools are escalator-free — in the past year, the Croc-escalator cocktail has been blamed for injuring the toes of a few children — administrators say monkey bars and Crocs, as well as sandals and flip-flops, don’t mix.

It’s not “totally unreasonable” for schools to be sensitive that some clothing poses safety concerns, says Lisa Soronen, senior staff attorney with the National School Boards Association. “Schools are sued not infrequently for a variety of injuries that happen to students” on school property. “I’ve tried on Crocs. They’re not made for your individual foot. These aren’t custom shoes here.”

Ha! The Manolo laughs at the obvious!