I was born, raised and have spent my entire life living in Genesee County, Michigan. My family is from Pennsylvania on my mother’s side and Missouri on my fathers. After high school I was hired into the ‘shops’, working for General Motors. I worked on the line and drove a fork truck before I started… Read More “Please allow me to introduce myself…”
Smelt Dipping(My first ‘Published’ Piece, Written at age 11)A few weeks ago, our family went smelt dipping. My cousin used a pair of our waders and went out dipping for smelt. When he came back to shore, he was soaked and wet. Then I went out and started dipping. I caught one w]and went back… Read More Smelt Dipping
I wrote this ‘book report’ in the 12th grade in High School. My American Literature teacher, Mr. David Fisher, was quite the Vonnegut fan. I have learned to appreciate Vonnegut over the years and was surprised at my response here in, all these years later. Mr. Fisher was a fantastic teacher and instilled in me… Read More 12th Grade Book Report – Cats Cradle – Vonnegut
Watching the world hateSeeing it attack itselfNo care given to kindnessI often wonder howWe can tolerate this hurtContinue to function neverthelessI try my best to do goodTo show love and concernYet even I often failI try to instill in my mindAn image of my fatherAt the super table.Waiting patientlyFor everyone to have their fill beforeDishing… Read More Profound Kindness
Oh wow! I fell prey to the mainstream teen phenomenonYeah, man, my generation had the commercial power And cause we had shared interests and “disposable income.”We changed the worldStep aside, you children of the 50’sAnd let us who grew up in the 60’s and 70’s instructWe were a major force in shaping popular culture, fashion,… Read More Cool
My father had many traits,Some good, a few bad.He was, though, a self-crowned funny man,That one trait could go either way.He would call random female friends Disguising his voice to perform a pregnancy surveyThen one regrettable day,The voice admitted to being with child.My Mother would redden with shame,As his fable of their honeymoonWould spew forth.She… Read More I slipped a sheep and a sheep slipped me
I was asked the other dayOver a pint, don’t ya knowWhat one word describes your childhoodI thought, smiled, and contemplatedFrowned, grimaced, and mutteredStarted to answer, then thought againThere was love and happiness and joyIn our small home.I never went without, my belly always fullMy parents never divorcedThey never had physical fightsThey were always home at… Read More One Word
Yeah, my brother, my big brother,He was 22 years my senior. Someone cut from a whole other generation, if you will. Born of my father’s second marriage. He spent his first few years after birth on a failing cotton farm,In the back country of Missouri.He wasn’t slow, or dumb, or an idiot.He did become a… Read More Cecil
When I look to the past, the one thing I miss the most,Is the simplicity of childhood.The wonder of learning new thingsNo large responsibilitiesBeing provided forLoved unconditionally2026
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Ponder this old sayingLife is a bowl of cherriesDoes it not instill thoughts of pristine, gleaming fruitBut the top sparkling layerThese hide the rotting, spoiling bottomTruth of the bowlLife is A Bowl of Cherries(Rotted and Full of Worms)2026
Ramblings of an Old Coot 