Danger! Danger Wil Robinson!
Danger! Danger Wil Robinson!
This poem came from a real experience. I was living in my VW bus in the parking lot of a four story apartment building in St. Johnsbury, VT. The building was full of crazy people just let out of an institution that had been closed. They cheered me on each day as I worked on…
You know who gets the salute. Read on to see who gets the boot.
Not the kind When your bills are paid, Your pantry is full, And bank account overflows. No, not this temporary kind, But the kind felt At the gurgling sound of hot coffee Poured into your cup By someone you love On a cold winter morning. The kind where soft skin Brushes against rougher skin Just…
“The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.” Mark Twain Yes, I’m still here. I’ve had a rough time the last couple of months but I’m still in the game. I want to thank all those folks who sent me prayers and positive vibes. It makes me feel humble to know how many people…
We used to call them “fads,” but I don’t know what they call them anymore. Mini skirts were one of my favorites. We used to flash the peace sign and say, “Far out, man.” Some of those fad things lasted longer than others such as the expression, “cool.” It’s still with us to a certain…
The picture above is of me feeding Dad a cracker. He was a good man and worked hard to make a life for his family. He was a hero in war and a hero on the home front. He was incredibly tough but had a hear that could easily melt. He was mostly self educated…