Monthly Archives: December 2011

You don’t think much about IT at first. And even when your hair turns gray or you lose it you think more about how you appear than you do IT.   But after seven decades or so you entertain thoughts … Continue reading

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CHRISTMAS PAGEANTS

I sat next to a mother. There were many mothers there — a few fathers — a smattering of grand parents of whom I was the oldest. Most of the mothers had cameras — the cell phone kind and more … Continue reading

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THE SOCK MARKET

I have viscous big toe nails and the right one is more viscous than the left. They eat socks — the toes of socks and they grieve me a little but grieve my wife more because she’s in charge of … Continue reading

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WRONG SURMISES

There is nothing in the sky — or is it I with wrong surmises.   Surely it is I.   There is the color blue.   There is the glowing sun too easily ignored.   The moon is there, I … Continue reading

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UNOBSERVANT

I had not noticed for awhile that the light was shrinking from our days — had paid but small attention to the shadows that came sooner and then sooner still.   And then it seemed one day I was astonished … Continue reading

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SOUND AND SILENCE

There is the quiet that you long for when the surrounding sounds are made of decibels that seem to tear your ears apart and even shake your soul.   There is the quiet that you’re into when you long for … Continue reading

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LIVER AND QUIVER

When I handle liver — the liver I use to make “liver and onions” I quiver at its touch. When I see a snake before it sees me I also quiver — I don’t shake. Except that a quiver is … Continue reading

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CLOSER TO THE SUN

The possibility of frost is slight where I now reside, and that’s all right as far as I’m concerned.  I don’t like cold. Cold  is anathema for folks grown old — at least the ones I know. I know a … Continue reading

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TOO OLD TO CLIMB

  The massive oak fell three years ago, or so and its old roots shoot into the sky and reach higher than I.   It still is able to bloom and its leaves appear on all its branches — the … Continue reading

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The Radio

The radio was just my height or just a little lower when I heard about the bombing of Pearl Harbor.   I remember growing past it and feeling glad that I surpassed it. No other radio do I recall has … Continue reading

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