Life has few sweeter joys than a relaxed meal with a friend, and then a movie.
After a day spent in the yard, repotting and seeding and weeding and cleaning and mowing and spring-izing, and after a very short nap, I went out for some Italian food with my friend D. We chattered away and killed a bottle of Italian wine.
And then we caught the 7 p.m. of The Artist, a delightful and charming film that, in my estimation, deserved every accolade it received this year.
And that, dear readers, is how Saturday should be.
The United Way realized that it had never received a donation from the city’s most successful lawyer. So a United Way volunteer paid the lawyer a visit in his lavish office. The volunteer opened the meeting by saying, ‘Our research shows that even though your annual income is over two million dollars, you don’t give a penny to charity. Wouldn’t you like to give something back to your community through the United Way?’
The lawyer thinks for a minute and says, ‘First, did your research also show you that my mother is dying after a long, painful illness and she has huge medical bills that are far beyond her ability to pay?’ Embarrassed, the United Way rep mumbles, ‘Uh . . . no, I didn’t know that.’
‘Secondly,’ says the lawyer, ‘did it show that my brother, a disabled veteran, is blind and confined to a wheelchair and is unable to support his wife and six children?’ The stricken United Way rep begins to stammer an apology, but is cut off again.
‘Thirdly, did your research also show you that my sister’s husband died in a dreadful car accident, leaving her penniless with a mortgage and three children, one of whom is disabled and another that has learning disabilities requiring an array of private tutors?’
The humiliated United Way rep, completely beaten, says, ‘I’m so sorry, I had no idea.’ And the lawyer says, ‘So . . . if I didn’t give any money to them, what makes you think I’d give any to you?
To celebrate the arrival this month of spring, I will post each day for the next several days a photo taken on Saturday, March 24 in late morning sunlight at Tower Grove Park, Saint Louis, Missouri. These shots are all from the south side of the Palm House.