“Making friends? Sometimes, Not Always” The year was 1942… The place, East Flatbush, in Brooklyn, New York. We lived between Avenue A & B. Directly across from the public school, P.S. 233. Uttered from the mouth of a known adversary, my closest friend, Carl: “Give me a break, will you, please?…
“Were we always storytellers?” A RESOUNDING YES! Charles Dickens by Frith | © Public Domain/WikiCommons 🎺 Ta-ta-ra! And my favorite storyteller of all time, perhaps considered the most notable G.O.A.T ever heard, is the one and only Vin Scully. Then there was “A Tale of Two Cities”, written by Charles Dickens, and serialized in the eighteen hundreds….
Liking Luring Lingering Loving Lasting Leaving And when you grew To what bearing was amused by you Was there applause along your way Was wonderment allowed Were more breaths in than out Was your heart freely becoming stout…
“What’s On A Desk” Who in this world would have the self-serving dimension of taking a picture of their own desktop? Well… I did, and what did I find? There before me was “Slocum the Yocum” — a fine array of da harv’s truths. November 28th, my birthday, has come and gone, and unfortunately, with…
Turkey Time Experiencing the service we received in the United States Army during holiday time was a logistical wonderment to behold. It was Thursday, November 26th, 1953. We were part of the 180th Regiment of the Forty-Fifth infantry division and deployed at a place in the Yongyu Valley near the 38th Parallel in North Korea….
“Abstractions” The question is, what do you see? What do you see? What do you feel? Are there any actions or decisions you’re in the process of making? Or do you find yourself flat-out stymied by life’s abstractions? Perhaps a gentle spin of your plate either up, down a little, a…
What kids can say Oftentimes may blow you away Their words, if or when you let them seep in Origins Perhaps amazingly Soothe Obstinate problems Living truth creeps from a beating heart Always from within Sorrows from yesterday Turn into blissful imagination of tomorrow 1943, ten years old “My big brother ain’t coming home anymore”…
A short while back in time, da harv was getting gas at a neighborhood station—the same one I purchase my lottery (escape) tickets at… There I was, pumping gasoline into my 2002 Ford Expedition. I had completed my purchase of twenty dollars’ worth of what would most likely be the winning numbers that…
Suitable for children and kids of all ages. May be consumed each and every day, Predicated by the desires of every citizen of the world, Free of restrictions! “Never too early, never too late!” Question: How can we evict uncertainty from a living breathing brain (Especially if you’re the landlord and keeper of the…