“Words” by me
Alfred Cheney Johnston (April 8, 1885 – April 17, 1971) is one of my most favorite, if not my favorite photographer. My eye for art has always been drawn to the female figure and the graceful curves that God graced them with. Alfred was the photographer for the Ziegfeld Follies. The Follies were presentations on… Read More Alfred Cheney Johnston – Photographer
The GM brass were in a heated debate,Seemingly overnight the auto became a way of lifeSales are doubling, profits are through the roof.But there isn’t enough workers to cover the line.“Anyone know where we can get some labor?”Someone from Missouri raised their hand,“I know some old cotton pickers that might”A plan was laid, a bus… Read More Wanted: Hicks and Hillbillys
Hey Mister Sloan, Give me a break, I’m doing the best I can. The smoke from your welders, Its corrupting my lungs, Each breath is more of a struggle. The thunder of your presses, It’s making me deaf, My wife has to shout! I can only count to eight, Using my fingers, That missing machine… Read More Hey Mister Sloan
We all have that one pet peeve, You know the thing that sets you off. For some the sound of crunching ice, Others the sound of fingernails dragging a chalkboard, These instill a sudden madness that blocks out all sanity. For me it is incompetence. Made famous by the book, The Peter Principle. My temper… Read More INCOMPETENCE
One up with everything,Only a Flintoid would know that order.What’s a matter with you?THAT is NOT a chili dog, it’s a Coney Island,Chili dogs are wet and covered in beans and chili.Here let me tell you about them.Kogel’s Vienna Hot Dog, Steamed Bun,Diced onions and Yellow Mustard,And Coney Sauce!Beef heart and kidney simmered and dried.That’s… Read More One Up With Everything
Alfred P Sloan – A Friend to No OneI recently wrote a poem about the 1936 Sit-Down strike in Flint, Michigan and I began to wonder about the man who was president of General Motors at the time. Alfred Pritchard Sloan Jr. (May 23, 1875 – February 17, 1966) became president of General Motors in… Read More Alfred P Sloan – A Friend to No One
The Yellow HouseUntil I was about five, a family of multiple children lived next door. Their house was a poor kept, two-bedroom bungalow with no basement. One of my earliest memories is of the children coming out of the house to play in the summer. They must have finished breakfast and their mother shooed them… Read More The Yellow House
We lost our fur baby/companion Maggie Mae this past week (01-08-2023). She was diagnosed with diabetes two years ago and more recently with Cushing’s disease. Both of those diseases are hard on a dog’s body and we were lucky to have her in our lives for as long as we did. She was our companion,… Read More In Memory of Maggie Mae
New Year, New Semester, Blank Pages, Sharp Pencils, Calmly go forth, Meet the challenge, You got this, Good luck this semester. Roy Richard January 2023 Copyright Roy Richard
Zigmund Warren arrived at Woodland Elementary in 1967. He transferred from another school and began to attend the third grade with me. His parents I found out moved him because of the enormous amount of teasing and bullying he was receiving.You might assume he was receiving ridicule because of his strange first name but actually… Read More Guys I Went to School with – Zigmund Warren
Ramblings of an Old Coot 