Recently, I was honored to be able to accompany my wife to a gathering of Louisiana authors, in Baton Rouge, for the Louisiana Book Festival. The party was held at the Louisiana State Library, just across the mall from the State Capital Building. My wife was one of four poets who were participating at a panel being held the next morning. The party that night was catered by Mansur's on the Boulevard and music was supplied by a very good jazz quartet. We did not know too many of the authors in attendance but we had a pleasant time.
However, I was in a library, or rather, the library of our state. I could not resist the impulse to browse. I did not stray far, sticking close to the food. So with my camera in hand, I ducked into the nearest stacks and began to look for anything interesting. It was a habit I'd developed as a youngster. I still fondly remember browsing the stacks in the basement of my father's seminary, checking out the books available in Notre Dame University's massive collection (a book on concrete engineering that I spied there might just be the solid foundation upon which my love of books is built), and spending an hour in the library of Temple University dusting off copies of the Congressional Record while my brother attended his racquetball class.
It didn't take any time at all for me to find what I was looking for. I discovered I was in a massive section of Who's Who books. Who knew there were so many categories of Who's Who? Not I. I found so many Who's Who that I needed a What's What in Who's Who to keep track of all the Who's found within. I found Who's Who in Germany, Who's Who in France, a surprising number of Who's Who in Canada, followed by Who's Who in the Arabian World, in the Midwest, in the East, in the Orient, and so on and so forth and who knows who else was listed who might have distinguished themselves in Whoville?
freedictionary.com, although it is listed first on Google's search page. The first definition is simply The Jewish People. I seriously doubt, however, that anyone of the Jewish heritage calls themselves a member of the Jewry. At least as late as 1989 this series was being published, though I cannot find an edition produced beyond that date.
this song made it to number one in the charts , which was probably the beginning of the end for the greatest decade of music ever. Music wouldn't be listed in the 1987 Annual Obituary, but it took its first steps in that direction that year.