So, here it is, a thundering, lightning, summer evening in Florida, and I have to get to preparing the potato salad for my usual fourth of july barbecue. In addition to the steak, hamburger and hot dog, there will be a meatless Italian dish that I will be doing tomorrow mooring, as one of my friends is a veggie. If any one of the List is in the South Florida area tomorrow, feel free to email me for directions. Meanwhile, my husband wrote a poem yesterday. He has written poems very sporadically during the years of our marriage, love poems to me, but to be honest, most of them, though there were exceptions, weren't that exceptional (thought the sentiments expressed were always meaningful to me), but I like this one and will share it with the List. The Last Dance of Stanley Kowalsky Full life we dream of yours, a tornado of angst mixed of arrogant self doubt you took us with celebrated mumbles and stamped with rebellious swagger with a face that undressed so many you created as a reluctant artist with a mind as twisted as thirsty personas of the ugly and the loving a macho delivery with a feminine heart that could have been a contender to that renaissance madman of the jungle a glorious freak of his own kingdom you took spielberg in your pocket and laughed with a mic in your ear like a cat with seven lives you made up tales and lived a tale you demonstrated with a King and made an indian your brother and became more loved then the pope and became more hated then judas hiding in an island dreaming utopia where you poured your green recklessly killing your beauty before your time such a private man with so many hats you tormented your friends with childish pranks and twisted charm and cried on screen like a child and ballooned with ice cream a king lear with no throne and didn't gave a damn anymore father of disappointments and husband of hot bloodied island gals you made your life so dramatic and you never wanted to be an actor and a young woman sees you as you dance one last dance in paris and she desires to make love to you and you are alive again.