Land-o-Ledley
Last night (Sunday, February 11, 2007) I happened to be reading the blog of the so-called Hasidic-Jew, Land-o-Ledley.
I’ve always felt Ledley, also known as L. David Wheeler, had the most potential as a writer. A lot of strange stuff is inside Wheeler’s cranium, plus he has south Jersey experience.
One of the greatest musical poets of all time, Patti Smith is from south Jersey, and you can tell. How many people know the significance of her song “Down in Vineland?”
Ya gotta be from south Jersey to understand. (The world does indeed have an armpit, and it is Vineland, New Jersey.)
Land-o-Ledley is a blog in the truest sense.
It reminds me of the fetid ruminations, only better, I scribbled into “The Babblings of the Venerable BobbaLouie,” a tiny spiral-bound journal I kept at Houghton and a year after.
I still have that journal. The bellybutton pickings in it are dreadfully boring.
Writing didn’t fall together until the 282 News. No time for bellybutton picking; just sling the words together.
I have a hunch this may be what happens to Wheeler.
He’s already had to sling words together for the mighty Mezz, and does fine.
Mesh that with all the strange stuff in his noggin, and his jaundiced powers of observation, and you generate stuff like “mindless management minions” and “Mrs. Lynip allowed she liked the tangled profusion of beige telephone-wires emanating from her walls.”
Wheeler was ruminating about the fact so many people are young, and therefore don’t understand the significance of history.
He badmouthed the fact these youngsters only think of Clintsky when they think of the president.
Well good grief; the first prez I remember is Harry S Truman.
And can they possibly comprehend the significance of the assassination of President Kennedy?
And like Watergate never happened.
I remember a vacation at the Jersey seashore (“Where the heck is Sea Isle City anyway?”) where all I did was watch the Senate Watergate Hearings on TV.
Senator Sam Ervin waving his craggy index-finger at John Dean saying “Be ye not deceived. God is not mocked. Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”
These kids think the world always had television. Our family didn’t get a TV until 1949; a 15-inch RCA console with a round B&W picture-tube. That’s five years after I was born. And each house had an antenna.
And I have younger brothers convinced the world has always been what it was while they were growing up.
That Route 261 in northern Delaware has always been four lanes of concrete since time-immemorial.
Well that road was rebuilt in 1961, and before it was a macadam two-lane.
And when it was rebuilt it was re-signed from “Faulk Road” to “Foulk Road.”
But since “Foulk Road” is all they’ve ever known, that’s all it’s ever been.
The fact it was ever “Faulk Road” is beyond comprehension. But they weren’t of age in 1961 when it was renamed.
Another issue is the location of Industrial Highway by the Philadelphia Airport.
My brothers all noisily insist it has always been where it is now, north of the old Scott Paper headquarters near the airport.
Well, I remember driving it south of Scott — like the airport was expanded over-the-years, requiring relocation of Industrial Highway to where it is now.
Wheeler also talks about Iraq has always been perceived as “the bad guys” — that when Iraq invaded Kuwait, people now in their 20s were tiny toddlers.
Also forgotten was the Vietnam War, and how the war in Iraq is becoming a rerun of the Vietnam War.
But to most people nowadays, the Vietnam War is ancient history — lessons of history are bunk.
No doubt the Twin Towers will get dredged up, as well they should.
But it wasn’t Iraqis that brought down the Twin Towers — it was a bunch of Saudi Arabian terrorists.
Dubya used that terrorism as an excuse to invade Iraq — like bombing Brazil for Pearl Harbor. (“What; me worry?”)
Also sure to be dredged up are Weapons-of-Mass-Destruction. BAD INTELLIGENCE ALERT!
I’ve always felt Ledley, also known as L. David Wheeler, had the most potential as a writer. A lot of strange stuff is inside Wheeler’s cranium, plus he has south Jersey experience.
One of the greatest musical poets of all time, Patti Smith is from south Jersey, and you can tell. How many people know the significance of her song “Down in Vineland?”
Ya gotta be from south Jersey to understand. (The world does indeed have an armpit, and it is Vineland, New Jersey.)
Land-o-Ledley is a blog in the truest sense.
It reminds me of the fetid ruminations, only better, I scribbled into “The Babblings of the Venerable BobbaLouie,” a tiny spiral-bound journal I kept at Houghton and a year after.
I still have that journal. The bellybutton pickings in it are dreadfully boring.
Writing didn’t fall together until the 282 News. No time for bellybutton picking; just sling the words together.
I have a hunch this may be what happens to Wheeler.
He’s already had to sling words together for the mighty Mezz, and does fine.
Mesh that with all the strange stuff in his noggin, and his jaundiced powers of observation, and you generate stuff like “mindless management minions” and “Mrs. Lynip allowed she liked the tangled profusion of beige telephone-wires emanating from her walls.”
Wheeler was ruminating about the fact so many people are young, and therefore don’t understand the significance of history.
He badmouthed the fact these youngsters only think of Clintsky when they think of the president.
Well good grief; the first prez I remember is Harry S Truman.
And can they possibly comprehend the significance of the assassination of President Kennedy?
And like Watergate never happened.
I remember a vacation at the Jersey seashore (“Where the heck is Sea Isle City anyway?”) where all I did was watch the Senate Watergate Hearings on TV.
Senator Sam Ervin waving his craggy index-finger at John Dean saying “Be ye not deceived. God is not mocked. Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”
These kids think the world always had television. Our family didn’t get a TV until 1949; a 15-inch RCA console with a round B&W picture-tube. That’s five years after I was born. And each house had an antenna.
And I have younger brothers convinced the world has always been what it was while they were growing up.
That Route 261 in northern Delaware has always been four lanes of concrete since time-immemorial.
Well that road was rebuilt in 1961, and before it was a macadam two-lane.
And when it was rebuilt it was re-signed from “Faulk Road” to “Foulk Road.”
But since “Foulk Road” is all they’ve ever known, that’s all it’s ever been.
The fact it was ever “Faulk Road” is beyond comprehension. But they weren’t of age in 1961 when it was renamed.
Another issue is the location of Industrial Highway by the Philadelphia Airport.
My brothers all noisily insist it has always been where it is now, north of the old Scott Paper headquarters near the airport.
Well, I remember driving it south of Scott — like the airport was expanded over-the-years, requiring relocation of Industrial Highway to where it is now.
Wheeler also talks about Iraq has always been perceived as “the bad guys” — that when Iraq invaded Kuwait, people now in their 20s were tiny toddlers.
Also forgotten was the Vietnam War, and how the war in Iraq is becoming a rerun of the Vietnam War.
But to most people nowadays, the Vietnam War is ancient history — lessons of history are bunk.
No doubt the Twin Towers will get dredged up, as well they should.
But it wasn’t Iraqis that brought down the Twin Towers — it was a bunch of Saudi Arabian terrorists.
Dubya used that terrorism as an excuse to invade Iraq — like bombing Brazil for Pearl Harbor. (“What; me worry?”)
Also sure to be dredged up are Weapons-of-Mass-Destruction. BAD INTELLIGENCE ALERT!
The spelling of the road has always been in dispute, and in 1961 when the road was rebuilt and expanded, it was re-signed as “Foulk Road.”
My brother-in-Delaware noisily insists it has always been spelled “Foulk Road;” but he was born in 1958. When the road was renamed he would have been three.
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