by Jeanne Kore Salvato | Aug 27, 2020 | Uncategorized
peaking a language (and I use that word speaking approximatively) in another country is a lot like going to the county fair and throwing a ball at a painted wooden duck. A hit and miss affair. I have a friend, a teacher, who with the utmost willingness,...
by Jeanne Kore Salvato | Aug 20, 2020 | Uncategorized
he general hilarity of living across the street from a Sufi master was tempered by the very fact of the master, whose measured sense of purpose had inspired thousands around the world, including, of course, his family. Every so often I think even the tramps in...
by Jeanne Kore Salvato | Aug 14, 2020 | Uncategorized
don’t know how to tell you this, but sometimes an American or even a person (in case these are two different things) can be totally clueless in France. I don’t mean dancing with the languages and stepping on the toes of your partner. I mean just dumb....
by Jeanne Kore Salvato | Aug 6, 2020 | Uncategorized
he foundation’s treasurer, full of vim and energy, (or prunes as my mother’s friend used to say) assured us that all remodeling would be finished within three months. Well, one and a half years later, M Ludovic was still keeping on keeping on. We had moved...
by Jeanne Kore Salvato | Jul 31, 2020 | Uncategorized
stragon, one of the gentlemen in Waiting for Godot gives his opinion about where they are. The particular spot where the two of them now find themselves is exactly where they were yesterday. Vladimir, the other hobo asks, “you recognize the place?” I...
by Jeanne Kore Salvato | Jul 24, 2020 | Uncategorized
e see Godot’s people in a state of disrepair, much like a house can be in disrepair. One of them has a problem shoe. They talk about going places. The play ends with the stage direction, “They did not move.” Did you ever wonder about where they were...