Monthly Archives: August 2020

926 FATE’S A DRUNK 08-26-2020

I’m composing this, sitting in the E-Z Breeze under a North Carolina blue sky. Loblolly Pines, Live Oak and scrub brush grow around the back yard border. The temperature’s cooling a bit, 89 degrees says the thermometer in the shade. … Continue reading

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925 YOU’RE GONNA NEED A COUCH 08-23-2020

After Monica got off her knees and climbed out from under his desk, and Hillary heard all about it on the nightly news, Bill served some time on the living room couch, till, after a while, forgiven, maybe, he crawled … Continue reading

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924 2042 (08-22-2020)

To the long list of “THE MOST IMPORTANT ISSUE IN THIS COMING ELECTION”: including but not limited to: the current White House resident; climate change; covid; race relations; gun control; the economy…. I’d like to add another: 2042. What? Wait! … Continue reading

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923 A DESTINATION WEDDING 08-20-2020

My wife and I were invited to a destination wedding… in Flint, Michigan. Yeah, I know.. You laughed, right? Flint, Michigan is a hell of a location for a wedding destination. “Only champaign will be served, no water.” The couple … Continue reading

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IT MATTERS, YES IT DOES. (letter to the Editor of The Stateport Pilot – With thanks to Isabel Wilkerson) 14-2020

[ A pre-script to this letter, if you please: I am reading CASTE, by Isabel Wilkerson, an extraordinarily thoughtful book. Some of the authors ideas connect to a topic currently under discussion in our community: The proposed renaming of Saint … Continue reading

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922 Was The Last Time The last Time? 08-06-2020

I have arrived at that old-age enough to fret whether the last time I did – x – will be the last time I do – x -. Not so much, yet, because of that inevitable, final, total, ceasing: “The … Continue reading

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921 The Gospel According To Joe, The Handy Man 8-1-2020

Yeah, Yeah… I’ve heard what that new song sings, that I was an old man but took to wife Mary, the young “Queen of Galilee” Well, that was fifty years ago! Now, I am old. Callused palms, age spotted arms, … Continue reading

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920 Thunder 8-1-2020

I aspire to poetry. Mostly I achieve only rhythm and rhyme or worse, doggerel. But every once in an age, collaborating muses mix mystery and miracle with muscle. Mere words take on that glorious role, the voice of a roll … Continue reading

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