Monthly Archives: April 2009

STILL AROUND

I’m still around but many who were are not from the class of ‘45. “The most likely to succeed” didn’t, because of booze. “The most beautiful” was hardly recognizable at the 40th reunion as was the bald man there voted … Continue reading

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IT COULD BE

It could be that others walking into this grocery store with me may be considering  the possibilities that  a suicide bomber might be near . But I doubt it. It could be that others walking along this country road we … Continue reading

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THE SMILE

I never saw her not smiling. Wheeled into the nursing home dining room she always leaned slightly to the right. It was her smile that got my attention — on a mouth through which no words passed. When fed slowly … Continue reading

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A SUNDAY AFTERNOON

I spent much ot the day being old and enjoying it — laid back in my recliner — reading some — watching the rain beat down on the deck — watching the rain blur the dogwood blossoms that flourish beyond … Continue reading

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THE CIGARETTE TRICK

When I was in the Navy I learned to put the lighted end of a cigarette into my mouth and puff. I amazed some folks who wondered how I could do this and not get burned. When visiting my grandmother … Continue reading

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The Elevator

The elevator stopped — its doors did not open. The elevator stopped — its doors did not open and I was alone. The elevator stopped — its doors did not open and I was afraid. I was afraid when I … Continue reading

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DANDELIONS

When forsythia and buttercups and daffodils fade the dandelions proliferate as if to keep us mindful of the color yellow. They’re never hailed as harbingers of spring nor are they picked and put in vases. They’re seen as enemies of … Continue reading

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Spared

We huddled in our neighbor’s basement tracking by radio a tornado whose path was headed toward us from the west. We did not know it at the time but while we were being jovial a young mother and infant daughter … Continue reading

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A PEN — A MIND — A DAY

ometimes he is foiled — his pen runs dry. His search for others seems to be in vain. His anger grows — he gives it one more try and fails: the kind of day that he disdains. But worse: the … Continue reading

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COUNTING WORMS

“How many will be shot today?” I wonder as I walk along in rain and counting worms nearby my feet. They’re victims of a storm that swept them from their habitat. They’re scattered here and there and when the sun … Continue reading

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