Winter Solstice Edition. 2012

DECEMBER 22, 2012 PON-BARRY NEWS.

Louise married her beau,

Derek Cienfuegos, in August. He’s an expert in the wine industry, from production to marketing,

They were married at the Palace of Fine Arts, in the Marina, and held their Reception in the CITY CLUB,  A  masterpiece of Art Deco architecture .

Here’s a link to see all the photos : http://volatilephotography.smugmug.com/Other/Derek/26425900_8spPBr#!i

Password: ldpalace81812

In November, Heather earned her Ph.D. in Computer Science, from Harvard, and starts in January, at Arizona State University, as a Professor. Her focus is on “natural language processing”...  enabling computers to interact with humans as intuitively as possible.

May keeps busy with her work as a tax professional and with her service on the CA and local SF Bay Area boards of the National Association of Women Business Owners.

John, at the advanced age of 68, still runs his realty practice, and develops new condominiums and homes.

As if all this is not  enough cause for joy, we also adopted two young boys:… of the feline variety, American longhair…..last December 24^rd, from: http://www.homelesscatnetwork.com/

As a famous “black cat”, “Felix” McFerrin says: Don’t worry, be happy.

"Vincent" by Don McLean...
the greatest tone poem  ever, by an American.



Starry, starry night 
Paint your palette blue and gray 
Look out on a summer's day 
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul 
Shadows on the hills 
Sketch the trees and the daffodils 
Catch the breeze and the winter chills 
In colors on the snowy linen land 

Now I understand what you tried to say to me 
And how you suffered for your sanity 
How you tried to set them free 
They would not listen, they did not know how 
Perhaps they'll listen now 

Starry, starry night 
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze 
Swirling clouds in violet haze 
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue 
Colors changing hue 
Morning fields of amber grain 
Weathered faces lined in pain 
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand 

Now I understand what you tried to say to me 
And how you suffered for your sanity 
And how you tried to set them free 
They would not listen, they did not know how 
Perhaps they'll listen now 

For they could not love you 
But still your love was true 
And when no hope was left inside 
On that starry, starry night 
You took your life as lovers often do 
But I could have told you, Vincent 
This world was never meant 
For one as beautiful as you 

Starry, starry night 
Portraits hung in empty halls 
Frameless heads on nameless walls 
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget 
Like the strangers that you've met 
The ragged men in ragged clothes 
A silver thorn, a bloody rose 
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow 

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me 
And how you suffered for your sanity 
And how you tried to set them free 
They would not listen, they're not listening still 
Perhaps they never will


Writtenn in 1970