Monthly Archives: May 2017

THOSE WESTERN PASSAGES

During the day the distant buildings on the bay appear as a gray silouettes shaping the space between the water and the land with various probes into the sky.   As the sun moves west just before rhe day’s end … Continue reading

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THE DIVE BOMBER

I was a dive bomber at Floyd Bennet Field near the end of World War II.   I’m often embarrassed to talk about it when I am with a group of veterans – almost all others exceeded my glory.   … Continue reading

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DOWN BY THE BAY

Down by the waters of the Bay I saw a beach ball stuck upon the rocks and straining for freedom.   It was too far out for me to reach – too tricky for an old man to reach – … Continue reading

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COGNITIVE SKILLS

I have been told by folks who know more than I do that one’s cognitive skills tend to diminish as he ages.   Those same folks told me recently that the higher one goes into the air, his cognitive skills … Continue reading

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THE SOAKED HAT

It was a very windy day and I was wrestling with a folding chair out by the swimming pool.   As I got ready for occupancy a strong gust nearly toppled me.   As my grasp grew firmer on the … Continue reading

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MEDICATION

I can’t recall when it all began – like a lot of things that sort of snuck into out lives before we were aware.   It’s the pill boxes that have come to be a part of my dailiness and … Continue reading

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LOOKING ACROSS THE BAY

WE CAN SEE TAMPA ACROSS THE BAY – ABOUT FOUR MILES AWAY.   JUST BEFORE SUNSET THE DISTANT BUILDINGS OFTEN TURN TO SILVER AND SHINE UP MUCH OF THE HORIZON.   SOMETIMES WE SEE LARGE SLOOPS SPREAD THEIR SAILS AND … Continue reading

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A MILE AN HOUR

My mind directed my legs (with elevator help) to the fourth floor where I encountered a treadmill ready for my access — early in the morning.   My speed commenced at .1 miles per hour and continued until it reached … Continue reading

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THERE COMES A TIME

There comes a time when an old man wants to render on his computer screen a few words that he wants to be seen by his few friends left — and he feels bereft because he can’t shape the stuff … Continue reading

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