Is it not evidentThat the status quoIs, no longer acceptable? Our nation’s leadersContinue down the same pathsAnd nothing changes After 248 yearsYou would think we have evolvedTruthfully, we have not Race, gender, sex, color, etc.All still have a dividing effectOn our fucked-up society Do not preach equalityLying to the massesThen walk a different path All… Read More Is It Not Evident
Now Uncle Bud was thought to be a ‘good man’, who knew his demons by their first names.He occasionally fell prey to the temptations and call of Whiskey, Beer, Women and Dice. He was considered to be a snazzy gentleman, with cigarettes rolled in the sleeve of his white cotton tee shirt.His hair perfectly styled… Read More The Ballad of Uncle Bud
Sugar and spice? Snips and snails? That’s what little boys and girls are made of? Not my generation, we came from something a little different. Start with the rock music of Alice Cooper, Bob Seger, Foghat, BTO and more. Disco and its constant nagging, never changing beat. Add some Mad Dog 2020, Boones Farm, Bartles… Read More Where I Learned to Drink
Are the Monsters Real?I grew up with monsters like all baby boomers, You know the fictitious kind,Dracula, Frankenstein, The Wolfman, Godzilla, Oh, and the Creature from the Black Lagoon.But in truth, are all monsters in our lives, Only those of fairy tales and imagination?What if those horrors take on life? What if in truth they… Read More Are the Monsters Real?
I Got the JobI can’t believe I got the job! Granny had been threatening me that I would have to move out of her basement if I didn’t begin to carry my weight. I do not understand, I’m a twenty-three-year-old man still trying to align his life goals. It was so unfair that mom and… Read More I Got the Job
Can I Just Walk AwayCan I just walk away,Should I just walk away,Could I just walk away,I’m sure they would notice at first,After all I do take up space,But after a few days or weeks?Does my presence matter?Essentials will still be provided.Nothing hinges on my being here.In fact, it might be better,Without my influence or… Read More Can I Just Walk Away
Father’s Lemon, My SanctuaryAs strange as it might sound, some of the greatest memories of my childhood are tied to a car my parents owned. It was not a special automobile. It wasn’t fast or luxurious, just an entry model Chevrolet. Today the sight of a 1960’s white Chevrolet can calm my nerves and bring… Read More Father’s Lemon, My Sanctuary
The Edmonds at HolidaysMy Mother and Father’s families were so different in their social skills and morals. Father’s people from Missouri rarely made it through the third grade, yet they were a loving and caring community of blood, family and neighbors. Church attenders, frugal, aware not only of their family but also of those around… Read More The Edmonds at Holidays
Doc and DessieGrowing up, across the street lived an older couple who had never had children. They were visited occasionally by nieces and nephews. For the most part though they were loners, seemingly happy in their existence.Doc worked at the Buick Factory across town and always drove a new Buick. Each year, shortly after the… Read More Doc and Dessie
YOUR DETERMINATIONSomeone decided to dub you Tiny And I guess the name stuckThey looked at your stature and nothing more But it doesn’t explain the real youCause inside you is a magnificently large personality You stand strong in your convictionsAn immovable statuesque being The world may shift and changeBut your beliefs stand firm You pick… Read More YOUR DETERMINATION
Ramblings of an Old Coot 