[OLD REGGIE]

I wonder if Walt had a pond.

Strange, I was looking out the window at my "pond" this morning. There was a gentle rain which barely made dimples on the surface. The Ducks were swimming, a few Mourning Dove's were feeding on the bank, So quiet, so peaceful. I was mesmerized.

The first "classic" literature I was exposed to was The Merchant of Venice. I remember two assignments from this play. I had to memorize, and recite, Portia's "The Quality of Mercy . . . " and Shylock's "I am a Jew . . . ".

This was more than 60 years ago and I still remembered a few lines.

Oh well, all I was interested in was "The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven . . . ". I got that right anyway.

[malakhi]

Oh well, all I was interested in was "The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven . . . ". I got that right anyway.

I had to memorize that passage in my high school sophomore English class!