Everyhting’s Fine
My friend Gus (ne Costas) is a Greek-American who takes an avid interest in Greek affairs and always asks me awkward questions whenever he comes over to this country.
My friend Gus (ne Costas) is a Greek-American who takes an avid interest in Greek affairs and always asks me awkward questions whenever he comes over to this country.
ONE OF the many advantages of living in Athens is that whenever you feel like a swim in the sea you can drive out to any of the many beaches on the Apollo Coast or on the Rafina side of Attica any afternoon and be back in time for cocktails.
THE LETTER Z is once again being scrawled in public places. Pronounced ‘zee’, as in American usage, it stands for the Greek word Zei which means, ‘He lives’.
The average person who hears the name Sparta thinks of the heroic age of the Greek city-states and the great conflict between Sparta and Athens which was the Peloponnisian War.
In late August of 1975 I arrived with a young companion for a few days’ holiday on Chios. Almost immediately I hired a taxi to take me to the chapel at Vavili. The driver only vaguely knew where it was and asked directions of passersby as we rode along.
The highlight of the past month’s art scene was Mytaras’s exhibition of canvases at the Zoumboulakis Galleries, aptly complemented by the simultaneous showing of drawings by the artist from 1954 to 1976.
The first time I saw her, three summers ago, she was picking tomatoes, placing the deep-red, shiny ones in a metal bucket. She appeared to be in her late forties, but I later learned that she was thirty-seven.
WHAT’S the weather?’ A likely one-word answer is, ‘Fisai”. It’s blowing.
Dear Betty Lou,
Well, here we are back home again after that fabulous trip to Greece.
A SHORT time ago Bishop Avgoustinos, our Good Shepherd of Florina, described, in his church-militant publication, Spathi, the most glaring example of godlessness that has lately offended his sight.