I like to think I’m rather smart. Perhaps, that is a common trait for all humankind to think that on some level. “I may not be the brightest, but I am not some dummy.” Some days I believe it, other days, well, I try to think of other talents I might possess. Think I’m being hard on myself? That’s kind of you but I’m about to share a story that proves my point. Unfortunately, it’s all true.
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Oh yeah
Growing up I remember hearing the old people talk about the ‘good ol’ days.’ They were referring to a pre-ck time known as the 50’s and 60’s. How sad that they couldn’t or wouldn’t move into modern times. I would probably just call them old and out of touch in my head, roll my eyes, and tune out. A vacant stare usually accompanied all this action. Continue reading
Memorial Day 2016
Why I like Memorial Day
It’s a ritual of the living.
We set aside a time to remember.
First, those who have fallen
defending freedom.
Then the others.
Memorial Day 2015
Think of Me
We’re not made to live forever
yes, we know that to be true.
So let me ask a favor
a small request of you –
When the shadows come to claim me
and it’s my time to part
let me live as a memory
inside of your heart. Continue reading
F L A K… What Was I Doing, Again?
I have become a flake in my older age. This little fact bothers me because I didn’t used to be one. In fact, it was a matter of pride which could lead someone to point out perhaps that’s the reason why I’ve been humbled. But we’ll leave that for a discussion to be filed in the “Never Gonna Happen” file. I never needed to write anything down as long as I was focused on something when it was told to me or shown to me, I remembered it. Darn near forever. Sometimes I wished I could forget. Even though I used to carry a planner around it was empty. I guess I just thought the nerd look worked for me.
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