Monthly Archives: August 2017

        0UCH !   Myriads, I mean myriads, of injuries highlighted my childhood. The first one that comes to mind was that my head was the recipient of a large baseball bat, knocking me out and leaving … Continue reading →

Ok, it’s going to happen.  Get up and face the day.  This is the first day of school.  It’s full of promise and dread.  Mostly dread. Milk spills.  Milk spilling should be an Olympic event.  Once again, I’m going for … Continue reading →

There was once a girl from Minnesota Who ordered two straws and a soda To share in the open air With a boy who drove a covair From Minnesota to Sarasota   There was once a lady from St. Cloud … Continue reading →

I like learning about people who once walked these streets. Recently I read a snippet about a woman journalist and abolitionist who in 1857 used her newspaper platform to denounce slavery. Right here in St. Cloud, Minnesota. I had to … Continue reading →

One Christmas, long ago, Santa delivered a giant chalkboard under our Christmas tree, but not the box of chalk. I lived with my mother and father and my two sisters in a small white house with four good climbing trees … Continue reading →

It’s clear now that the American flag no longer is acceptable in this divided nation.  We need a new symbol all can rally around.  I propose a smiling cow be the new flag of the United States.  Who could possibly … Continue reading →

        CALL OF THE WILD   First of all, don’t call me no “gator”! Officially, I am to be referred to as an “alligator”, specifically “A. Mississippiensis”, my scientific name. Us guys have been around since the … Continue reading →

THE PACKAGE   I was sitting in my living room, watching Game of Thrones, when there was a knock on the door. A UPS driver had a humongous package. I signed for it we both brought it in – with … Continue reading →

THE STAIN   She purchased the scrawny plant to add a bit of greenery to the flat. She had just rented the two-room walk-up in a very run-down section of the city. The apartment was unfurnished and drab. It was … Continue reading →

          There once was a lad from Fort Meyers Who had no need for pliers Sold his old car A golf cart is par Saving the cost of tires   There once was a man from … Continue reading →

I drove quickly out of the driveway, looking both ways as I entered the quiet street.  I accelerated to the next light, engine humming with power. Thunderbird is a good name for this baby.   A police siren stormed up … Continue reading →

There once was an old man from Fort Myer-ed   He loved being busy, yet re-tired To stay with his tasks As he ran out of gas   He lived fully each moment In-spired   Lee

C           NEW YORK, NEW YORK   My name is Eric. I live in New York City. The date is August 4, 1851. The city is a squalid hell-hole in which gangs roam the streets, perch … Continue reading →

c THEY WILL COME   I growed up out here bout a mile or two, as the crow flies, outside Lincoln, Nebraski. Been here all my life, plowing, seeding and bringin in them crops.   Up every morning at 5 … Continue reading →

THE WATCHc   I kept it for many years. My roommate, Joe, gave it to me for safe-keeping when he was shipped out to Vietnam. It wasn’t an expensive item, just an old pocket watch that his “granddaddy” gave him … Continue reading →

Hi!  My name is Creb.  Blame my parents.  When I was created they must have thought it was cute, eccentric and chic.  They really thought I was special and they were right.   Here I am with Vi.  She has … Continue reading →