Going Back to Plum Brook In the tall winds, the seeds of old memories drift. On the updrafts and downdrafts and the vortexes of the tall winds, the tiny fragments of our lives float. Up and down and around they swirl, just below the veil of consciousness they tumble in the tall winds, until once in… Read More »
Give Me a Corona Please! In the middle of this coronavirus pandemic… OK maybe not the middle of it, who knows, I am sitting here, fearless, drinking a Corona. Well, to be honest, I’m drinking a Corona Light – 2.6 grams of carbohydrates and only 90 calories. While I am pouring my third beer into my… Read More »
I’m Just Killing Time You don’t have time to read this and I don’t have time to write this. I don’t have time to do anything I want to do because I am too busy doing things I have to do – or too busy doing the things I want to do that I don’t have… Read More »
On Spring and Dandelions Spring comes early this year. It will arrive late in the day on March 19th. I can’t remember it ever coming that early, but at my age, I don’t remember much… I don’t remember what happened the last time spring came in a leap year. It might have been early that year too.… Read More »
This Could Be the Last Time “Well this could be the last time This could be the last time Maybe the last time I don’t know…” (Mick Jagger/Keith Richards “The Last Time”) It was the 49th anniversary of my grandfather’s death yesterday. It hardly seems that long – there’s rarely a day that passes when I… Read More »
In the Twilight Time Some nights I have trouble drifting off to sleep. I have so much on my mind: The events of the day, swirling; troubles bubbling up, worries weighing heavily, all stirred together into a dark disturbing dissonance. Most nights, however, when the convergence of daily troubles and worries from days and weeks and… Read More »