Running Lean & Mean

A post never finished from this past May.  Today was about errand running, started with going for lawn mower gas, right before a driving rainstorm.  Took my laptop in for repairs, trip timed perfectly to get involved in gridlock on the I-10, because of a serious bay bridge accident.  Some creative detours later, stopped for lunch, and all ended well.

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Secret awesome sauce
Bad memory foam
Space probing questions
Lonesome holograms
Lucky in luck
Knot the hole thing
Reverse osmosis day
Hat attacks on windy days
Wear whir you?
Wye, why, Wye?

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Her name was McGill, She called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as Nancy–The Beatles–

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Summer Saga

Nobody’s in a hurry
To do anything
Moving slow, slower, slowest
Nothing much to say
You know the rest
Would take too much effort
What was left, but to nitpick?
About those that droned
On-and-on, in irritating
Monotones–in public places
On hand-held phones
About those that mowed lawns
Mid-afternoons–because
It was cooler that way in June
There were more issues I missed
None of which were reasons
To get my shorts in a twist

Working Stiffs

You knew
If you were there too
Sometimes serious
Other times silly
Someone complained
Several times per day
Days were too long
Didn’t dare take lengthy breaks
Long night shifts
Stared at the parking lots
Listened to piped-in music
“It’s tearing me apart…
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na…”
“La, la, la, What?, What?
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooo ah”–More “Whats”
And, another, “Oh yeah”

Father’s Day 2018

Many will be posting pictures of dads this Father’s Day. Here is one of my favorite dad pictures from the early fifties.

This had to be either, ’52 or ’53, as it was before my sister was born in 1954.

My brothers and myself posed behind dad’s blue, 1952 Ford, two-door sedan.

I’m the impatient little guy in the middle, sporting bib overalls.

Rescue Me

Protesters, watched from afar
On living room flat screens
Days weren’t always sunny
Some jokes weren’t funny
To those with sweat-drenched bodies
When gnats, mosquitoes, swarmed
Above kudzu choked landscapes
Where catfish swam in murky waters
Death and taxes, the only certainties
Yet, no one demanded to be rescued