The Hammock Papers: Morgan

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17 January 2026

26 December 2025

You must read, you must persevere, you must sit up nights, you must inquire, and exert the utmost power of your mind. If one way does not lead to the desired meaning, take another; if obstacles arise, then still another; until, if your strength holds out, you will find that clear which at first looked dark.

Giovanni Boccaccio (1313 - 1375)

23 November 2025

Miscounted.

Peale, C.W., Captain Daniel Morgan, 1794

American Battlefield Trust tells the story of Captain Daniel Morgan ...

Daniel Morgan, an American hero during the American Revolution, grew up with a rebellious streak. As a young man, he settled in Virginia's Shenandoah Valley outside Winchester. Morgan worked as a teamster, hauling freight to the eastern part of the colony.

His teamster career drew him into the French and Indian War, during which he helped to supply the British Army. He soon became known as the “Old Wagoner.” He accompanied General Edward Braddock on his ill-fated campaign against the French and Indians at Fort Duquesne. During the expedition, Morgan annoyed a superior officer who struck him with the flat of his sword. Morgan knocked the man down. For his impertinence, Morgan was punished with 500 lashes—typically fatal number. He survived the ordeal, carrying his scars and his disdain for the rest of his life. Afterward, when Morgan retold the story, he commonly boasted that the British had miscounted, only giving him 499.

27 August 2025

Excellent.

An excellent album ...

11 March 2022

Whitey Morgan & The 78s, "Mama Tried"

WOO-HOO!

HAPPY FRIDAY from THE NORTH WOODS!

Flint, Michigan's own ...

08 October 2021

Whitey Morgan and the 78s, "Around Here"

Flint, Michigan's own ...

23 July 2021

Whitey Morgan, "Honky Tonk Heroes"

Low down leaving sun

Done, did everything that needs done

Woe is me, why can't I see?

I'd best be leaving well enough alone

Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights

Keep a-haunting me in memories

Well there's one in every crowd for crying out loud

Why was it always turning out to be me?

Where does it go? The good Lord only knows

Seems like it was just the other day

I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables

And generally blowing all my hard-earned pay

Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes

There weren't another other way to be

For lovable losers, no account boozers

And honky tonk heroes like me

Laisse tomber sur eux, fils! Flint, Michigan's own sangin' in Paris ...

24 July 2020

Whitey Morgan & The 78s, "Around Here/Seven Bridges Road/Fire on the Mountain"

WOO-HOO!

HAPPY FRIDAY!

Flint, Michigan's own ...

21 February 2020

Whitey Morgan, "Waymore's Blues"

WOO-HOO!

HAPPY FRIDAY!

Flint, Michigan's finest ...

17 January 2020

Whitey Morgan & The 78s, "Bad News"

WOO-HOO!

HAPPY FRIDAY!

30 August 2019

Whitey Morgan & The 78s, "Crazy"

WOO-HOO!

HAPPY FRIDAY!

Flint, Michigan's finest ...

15 February 2019

Whitey Morgan, "Just Got Paid"

WOO-HOO! HAPPY FRIDAY!

BARRY HINES

"That's why it makes me mad when I take her out and I'll hear somebody say, 'Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk. I could shout at 'em; it's not a pet, Sir, hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me, right. And that's why it's great.Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk.' I could shout at 'em. It's not a pet, Sir. Hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained, that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me right. And that's why it's great." (A Kestrel for a Knave)

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

WALT WHITMAN

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."