One morning I was asked, by a kid looking into a mirror, “What’s a trait?” That kid was me. Once again, I was guilty of a game I had devised many years prior to that morning; it’s called self-appraisal. An aside: Folks, if da harv was miraculously given a gift of pride, over his human…
(At least for Cathy & da harv) “Well, excuse me”, sarcastically uttered by a person of great inherited funds was heard to say. Their names have been changed and placed in the categories of my choice. These are some people I’ve come in contact with during my life as a habitual dreamer. And for the…
If you need a disclaimer, here it is: I can probably guarantee that what follows will be almost impossible for you to understand. I, for certain, can’t explain the true meaning or creative effectiveness of my thoughts having been turned into an honest appraisal of their meaning. After all, my old gold stories stem from…
“There’s Going To Be A Great Day” At Dorsey High School, back in those days of the real early fifties, the student body referred to athletes around campus as “the jocks”. Most of us didn’t walk like regular humans. We’d “swagger”. We were a bunch of sixteen-year-old kids who grew up playing baseball as men….