Bud

1964 Graduate,University of Georgia, BBA degree,major in Real Estate, minor in English. Member Signa Nu Frat

Waitin’ Around

Have you ever wondered how much time is squandered just waiting around, for something, anything or nothing at all? Shocking! ********** What better way to pass a rainy Sunday afternoon than making up limericks?  Beats crossword puzzles. Here are a few from a brain of nonsense.   I’m waiting to see what’s about to go …

So Much Foam

Writers are a bit strange and different from normal people. You have to be a little weird to sit for hours in solitude, pecking at a keyboard and stringing words together on the white screen in front of you, hoping to make some sense of whatever it is you’re putting there. And nerve to disseminate …

Fitting In

It’s easy to fit in…you have to be bold to step out. I take Lady Macbeth’s advice and screw my courage to the sticking-place. ********** I’m reading La Rochefoucauld’s maxims. This one catches my interest:    “In every walk of life each man puts on a personality and outward appearance so as to look what …

Goodbye Uncle Ben

A seismic shakeup is happening.  Think twice before putting your picture on a box of rice. Whoever thought it’d happen, having to say goodbye to Uncle Ben? Why, he’s been with our households since 1943, guaranteeing the finest in converted rice. Plus, he’s Uncle Ben to about 3.5 billion people worldwide. How can we say …

Behold, the Reaper Cometh

It turns into our driveway, the long, black limousine. Its sleek ebony finish gleams with an ethereal sheen. Its windows are tinted, dull and darkly opaque. It resembles an imposing hearse come to collect its fare for the day. It creeps up the driveway in no special hurry, reflecting the nature of its occupant seated …

Driftin’…a New Way of Life

The Corona Cruise Liner is docking. Wild shouts of pandemonium erupt. The in-place sheltering voyage is ending. Masks like black academic mortarboards sail skyward. But now what? ********** We’ve been drifting around for almost three months, squeezed in stifling confinements that have shrunk smaller than closets, sick of masks, hand washing and agoraphobic hand wringing. …