Monthly Archives: March 2013

Every day, it seems I’m inclined to recline in my recliner.   And nothing could be finer if I have a root beer float nearby. I’m able to get high on root beer.   I don’t need the cockpit of … Continue reading →

The school in my home town was one big brick building square and formidable with twelve classrooms — one for each grade — and a basement where we ate for a dime. If we brought our own lunch milk was … Continue reading →

When the decades flow into the veins thoughts once not considered begin emerging into the minds of happy couples — again — again, as they begin to ponder endings.   Who will be the one to leave this earth to … Continue reading →

God (who some believe in and others don’t  — and I’m glad I do most of the time) finger paints the sky. I don’t know why he finger paints the sky but I’ve caught him doing it. Usually  the paint … Continue reading →

The time I have is not the same as the time you have.   We wear our hours differently.   The thoughts  I have are not the thoughts you entertain though they may be similar.   My hopes and concerns … Continue reading →

There was a time when I smoked a pipe.   Most of you who know me now didn’t know me then.   In those ancient days I thought I was “cool” though I don’t think “cool” had evolved to describe … Continue reading →

The clouds are not impressive in the early morning light though they have been that way often as the earth lets go of night.   The trees seem less compelling as I walk along today — I wonder if I’ve … Continue reading →

I   frown when I see the pope wearing a crown.   Had I been brought up differently and perhaps more sufficiently I might not frown when I see the pope wearing a crown.   And then there are elaborate … Continue reading →

One day I looked down and saw a pot emerging. It was most discouraging.   It felt sad about my flab.   I was already walking but was not  shrinking.   So I started rowing on a rowing machine hoping … Continue reading →

Most every week it happens: a FORWARD e-mail arrives on my computer desk top with a request to pass it on to all my friends.   Now, I don’t like to be told what to do.   Something within me … Continue reading →