“Words” by me
The Man Across the StreetHe just had a certain look, that caused her mood to spoil upon seeing him.She and her husband had moved her three years ago and she had quickly melded into this suburban existence. She enjoyed the block club, volunteered at the garden club and had martinis each Wednesday with the other… Read More The Man Across the Street
Nans TruckI have always thought it a little strange that the only toy my mother left for me from her childhood was a truck. I mean it’s cool for me being a guy, I can use a truck! Not a doll or dishes! The Edmonds were a kind of strange family, so maybe a truck… Read More Nan’s Truck
Forest Woods Growing up my family attended New Hope General Baptist Church on Harwine Street in Flint Michigan. Our choir director was a ‘proper’ man from Arkansas named Forest Woods. He was a great guy, but he was a kinda no sense of humor person. I would come up with these really deep theological questions… Read More Forest Woods
Refused red rinds, Refreshed ribbon rules, Roasted retching reporters, Reduced repeating roles, Relaxed redundantly regrettably! Roy Richard May 2023
Books My Friends Books have always been a part of my life. I was never a popular kid and was not into sports and so the pages of a tome became my best friend. I am a self-admitted introvert and I am not sure if my lack of social interaction as a child fed that… Read More Books My Friends
Mt Morris Cemetery Located a few blocks west of Mt Morris, Michigan on Mt Morris Road is this older cemetery that is still in use. There are close to 3,00 burials here with the oldest being from 1837. There is a large number of civil war veterans buried here. The cemetery contains a large fenced… Read More Mt Morris Cemetery – Mt Morris, Michigan
Buddhism – Who’s Fault?I have been reading about Buddhism of late and one of the most striking teachings is that you can blame no one else for your mistakes and faults. You after all have put yourself in the position you find yourself in.This is a slippery slope I agree. You may not be the… Read More Buddhism – Who’s Fault?
You Stand in The PulpitYou stand in the pulpit,Shoulders back, chest puffed out,As if an animal seeking to impress a mate,Accusations flying along with the spittle from your mouth.You make vague references to a promise of love,Yet only judgment and damnation are heard.You bastardize a Gospel of love and acceptance,In order to humiliate your flock.Christ… Read More You Stand in The Pulpit
All my life I feel like I have never been known as myself. School, college and the first few years of work, I was known as my social security number. GM at some point implemented an employee ID number and I became known as that. I was always referred to by how I was related.… Read More How I became Coot
The Edmonds Side My mother was an Edmonds by birth. I never got to know this part of my family very well. They were a rough bunch out of the coal mines of Pennsylvania and West Virginia. They did not like my dad because of the age difference (she was 26 and he was 52… Read More The Edmonds Side
Ramblings of an Old Coot 