Magic is our term to label something we can’t explain. It is unexpected and usually harmless. A magician’s cape that hides the live rabbit. The swords that go through the magician’s body but don’t. Sleight of hand is a form of art that brings smiles ... Continue reading →
Decorative Pillows
June 6, 2018 by Leave a Comment
Boy, have I been waiting a long time to get into this subject. Nobody ever warned me… no father, no brother, no friend, no priest, no doctor, no mortician, and no lawyer. Excuse me if I missed your profession. I am mad. LOL Marriage is a good thing. ... Continue reading →
Bomb
August 14, 2017 by 1 Comment
Do you know the smell of C4? Is bomb a noun or a verb? Does a bomb have a mother? Broadway shows bomb. Relationships bomb. Countries bomb. Each other. Sometimes there is no other answer… Too many mosquitos?? Bomb… “Bombs away” ... Continue reading →
The Blacksmith
July 31, 2017 by Leave a Comment
What does forge mean? Valley Forge??? “Forge ahead men.”… Sounds like a WW1 command in some God-awful trench. Forge ahead to an unlikely victory… and more likely to a gruesome death in some mud in Europe. Something that is made in a forge is made ... Continue reading →
Eyeway Robbery
July 24, 2017 by Leave a Comment
It’s raining. Some liken raindrops to tears…. Our beautiful nation is criticizing itself to death. It is a time for tears… for those who have given up…. I repeat… for those who have given up. Or as a few of us know, rung the bell…. Regulations will ... Continue reading →
A Buddy Died
July 12, 2017 by Leave a Comment
They pounded their Tridents onto the coffin. Salutes. A new flag in Arlington. A folded one handed to a wife. A mother’s hand on her shoulder. Kids dressed up. Buddies at attention. Fingers pulling triggers, jarring the ... Continue reading →
Call To Arms
July 4, 2017 by Leave a Comment
Who makes the call? Do we wait for the newspapers? No, they never quite get it. Too involved with sensational spins on minor events. Sometimes the truth is right there in front of us and we’re oblivious to it. We just don’t see it. Inaction is so ... Continue reading →
Broken Wings
July 2, 2017 by Leave a Comment
There is an amazing tiny book by a Paul Gallico, The Snow Goose, 1940, that haunts me to this very day. WWII Dunkirk. To me there is only one recorded version to listen to which is with Herbert Marshal… in the 50’s. If I played it now I would still cry. ... Continue reading →
