“Memoirs Before The Fact” It so grieves me to lose good friends. Mere death should not be a good enough reason for a relationship to end. When there is mutual respect, and all people in relationships thrive on helping and stimulating the other to grow to endless horizons, then why should we accept departure when…
“Sold Out” The very best I had to say! INTRODUCTION if such a thing exists… Since the very earliest of modern theatre, as we’ve learned to know and understand it, the most welcome statement being posted by a producer is a simple two word statement: “Sold Out”! It just doesn’t get any better…
Ricochet Stepping below Attainment Often from the edge Praying, were it a ledge Safely resting on a breeze Of righteous thought… I thought Meaningless… when bought Disguised in his dormancy Betrayed favor Jested by these fanatics Religious clods Human struggle beneath An entire country’s grief They rush in New thrones, there to replace the old Always they…
Winnowing Thoughts My Struggle To Preserve Prolonged thoughts often stay with me, becoming more and more aware of a need to serve my needs. Often ideas strike me, without pre-determinations, yet aware they exist for me to reap. When it happens, vague reasons accompany them. Rarely, if ever instantly understood, answers serve as a presentment…
Winnowing …Excuse me, but I’d like to begin with one more thing. Damn it—because a thought popped in and up—that’s the way it works for me. If in the event you’re not the guy or gal who has this curious bent, not to worry about what I have to say—because if the shoe doesn’t happen…
…It’s upon us, and here to stay, (I think) Make Room for Zoom In the event you might not have noticed… it seems like everybody you know “iz”, or has become a “Zoomer”. It’s an easy enough name to remember: “Zoomer” rhymes with late bloomer, groomer, bath-roomer, and many, many more I’m sure, like gloom, and…
Sixth Grade & Much More to Tell the World For all the folks who know me personally—or by way of attending a class or series of classes I’ve taught in the past—most likely you’ve been made aware of my keen interest in history, and how important it can be as a tool for survival, as…
Down, Not Out Down, not out Its not who we are Not destined to be There again Setting out Tasked with Learning how to win Discovering difficulty Almost everyday Along each road taken When the lights come on again All over our world Rewards mostly forgotten Somehow not forsaken We prepare for tomorrow With yesterday’s…
Dingbat Dan (Not a Sunday kind of man) Tomorrow’s notes, today: I grew up hearing the descriptive, “dingbat”. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but then again, it definitely wasn’t really a nice thing to say to or about another individual, be they male or female. Then, there was the time as a supposed adult male…
You Can’t Fight City Hall (Really?) It was a common colloquialism around the lower east side of New York, as one might expect to hear echoing from one tenement building to another—back when I was a kid: rules were rules. We kids picked up on everything our parents might be using in their daily conversations, regardless of…