Fiero (Fürer)
The first Fiero, from whom I am descended, came to America in 1709 from the Palatine region of Germany. His name was Johann Fiero. He settled in Katsabaan, near the Hudson River and the Catskill Mountains in New York.
Well, youve gone and done it. You have reached the home page
of John Fiero.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
--William Butler Yeats, "Sailing to Byzantium"
In Transition
I am a long work still in progress
A melon growing soft in vital spots
A tree with crystallizing sap slowing to amber
A fossil of my wayward youth
A gray fox with just a partial bite
A lifetime member of the AARP
Dented copper bric-a-brac on a dusty shelf--
But, hell, I get in the evening show for two bucks
nnnoff!
| Links |
|---|
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
About some things I am very set in my ways. Like I been living in Lafayette 36 years, me, but I still prefer them large, salt-water crawdads from Maine, yeah.
The family mansion in
Lafayette, LA
. . . where the cuisine and the nice folks rule
To weed or not to weed . . . that is the question.
Or should that be when to weed?
