Harvest Festival

Harvest Festival In the early 1980s, every October I traveled from New York City to Plymouth, Massachusetts, to play a Dutchman. To be specific, I went from Nieuw Nederland op den Mannahatoes to Plimoth Plantation, where it’s always 1627, to impersonate the Opper Koopman, or Chief Trader, of the Nederlands West-Indische Kompagnie, who was also

O, Waly, Waly

O, Waly, Waly The water is wide, I cannot get o’er. Neither have I wings to fly. Give me a boat that can carry two, And both shall row, my love and I. A ship there is, and she sails the sea. She’s loaded deep as deep can be, But not so deep as the

From Psalm 36

The transgression of the wicked saith within my heart, that there is no fear of God before his eyes. For he flattereth himself in his own eyes, until his iniquity be found to be hateful. The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit: he hath left off to be wise, and to do good.

Song of the Mad Maga-Hatters

Song of the Mad Maga-Hatters Our thoughts go back to two thousand sixteen And the moment of bliss we shared When Lock-Her-Up Hillary left the scene, And The Donald into the White House went, And we roared to our hearts’ content. The Donald’s ended, But the enmity lingers on. Pence and the Don are gone,

Ding Dong!

Ding Dong! The Don has fled! Which old Don? The Trumpster Don! Ding Dong! The Trumpster Don has fled! Wake up, you sleepy-head! Rub your eyes, get out of bed! Wake up, the Trumpster Don has fled! He’s gone where the fraudsters go, Below, below, below! Yo-ho! Let’s open up And sing, and ring the

A New Creed

A New Creed My family raised me as an Episcopalian, and growing up, I attended church with them from time to time. I also went to a prep school where attendance in Sunday Chapel was mandatory, except for Jewish and Roman Catholic students. Chapel services always included a recitation of the Apostles’ Creed, which sums