My favorite time of year.


autumnal equinox--avery cotton

Summer’s curtain
Fell, to the sound
Of falling leaves
Hands clasped
Around, cups
Of refreshing
Hot chocolate

A fall festival
Of brilliant colors
Crisp, cool mornings
The bluest of skies
Hills and valleys
Covered with
Blankets of frost

Shortened days
Longer nights
Wisps, of
Fireplace smoke
Apple cider
Pumpkins, halloween
The scary house
On haunted hill

–Picture by Avery Cotton WKRG–

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Only In Movies Or On TV (Cut the Red Wire)

  • Phone traces never worked.  There was never enough time–even in this era of advanced technology.
  • Criminal suspects always headed to roofs of multi-story buildings. The last door would always be unlocked. There he or she would, either be apprehended, or attempt suicide by jumping.
  • Main characters, pursued by villains in cars, ran down the middle of streets.
  • Locks could be picked in a few seconds. Otherwise, a few gun shots to the doorknob, sufficed. Doors are easily bashed in with linebacker moves, or swift kicks.  Deadbolt locks don’t exist.
  • In war movies, guys displaying pictures of wives or girlfriends, died tragically.
  • Strange noises from possible home invaders are never investigated silently.  Instead, with announcements of “Who’s there?, Is someone there?, Larry, is that you?  Is this one of your jokes? If it is you–this is not funny.”
  • Investigative weapons of choice: Baseball bats, fireplace pokers, and golf clubs.
  • City police resented the presence of “foreign” law enforcement officers.
  • There is no honor among thieves.  Someone will turn state’s evidence if the price is right.
  • In police dramas, security cameras are readily available.
  • Air conditioning ceiling ducts, miraculously held the weight of humans passing through.
  • Private conversations in large rooms are never overheard.
  • Automobiles driven, without drivers watching roadways–allowed for better conversations.
  • Older model cars would most likely be wrecked.
  • When bombs or explosives needed to be defused–cut the red wire.


Near the Borderline

The borderline is a good thing if you’re hankering for some Taco Bell.

If your cholesterol is borderline–fast food’s not a good choice.  My annual physical is a little over a week away.

The gist of all this–I have to consume only poultry and fish, between now and then.

Starting after tonight’s roast pork loin dinner, with German potato salad, baked beans, and marinated coleslaw.

Time will tell if my dietary efforts pay off.

Another dietary concern involves my dog, Max.  He certainly isn’t starving for food.  Last night and today, I’ve caught him with baby turtles in his mouth.

They weren’t the sea-dwelling type, but rather, some species of land tortoise.  In any case, they deserved a chance to grow into turtle adulthood.

Do You Feel Lucky?

Perambulating under ladders
not a good thing to do
at any time
not just on
Friday thirteenth
Broken mirrors
Spilled salt
Black cats
across pathways
Number one
and thirteen
spaced too closely
resembled the
Letter “B”
Hotels left out
Floor thirteen–
Nothing between
Floors twelve
and fourteen
Did that really
fool anyone?
Luck is right place
right time
We make our own luck
our own superstitions
That’s the way
it has always been

Editor’s Note: Written before my fast-food order got totally botched.  Two value meals, same as I always ordered.  How hard could that be to understand?  Maybe there’s something to the Friday thirteenth thing.  No Friday thirteenth fast-food from now on.