Whistling…you either can or you can’t. There’s no middle ground. * * * I was about 10 years old when I first heard the question, “Son, what do you want to do when you grow up?” I knew without even thinking…. all I ever really wanted was to be able to whistle. It’s a tough …
We live and breathe on top of a rock, A furnace aflame at the core. The time is passed in carving stones That we leave just to carve some more. Carving stones and getting stoned, Milestones every day. Stones for walls and graffitied pedestals And Stones to roll away. We don’t give much …
maybe it’s the age or the stage i’m in but it seems strange with so many words our messages remain muddled. much said, volumes read, little solved. consensus cowers, dangles like limp laundry suspended on a back-yard clothesline. constant chatter signifying nothing. everything, talked to death. even Lazarus opts out, been here, …
As if times weren’t already strange, they keep getting stranger. We’ve been living cooped up like caged animals, needing relief, finding little. We’ve hidden behind masks for so long that it’s become de rigueur, the fashion of the times. Not that wearing masks is a new phenomenon, just one for another reason. We’ve sought escape …
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 …
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 …
“In a moment, the twinkling of the eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall be changed.” 1 Corinthians 15:52. ********** Life throbs with alchemy. Look around, see the transformation from moment to moment. Even you and I have already alchemized from what …
Sometimes it’s hard to know whether someone is malapropsic or just plain tongue twisted. Arnold is one or the other. The jury remains deadlocked. ********** Arnold is an old friend of mine, literally and figuratively. We go way back to the days of shade-tree mechanics and corner service stations, the days when somebody would pump …
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 …
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 …