Junque Extraordinaire

I know, four years later, this picture was of Mr. Sherman’s collection of curiosities.  It’s a head-turner, every time I pass by.


It takes a
Sense of humor
Some craziness
More, than a
Smidgen, of

Marching, to
A different
Drummer, to
See hidden
Beauty, treasure
Mementos, under
The surface

The whatnots
Beneath, the
Lies, the



cheshire cat

Uptight citizens
Starched, repressed
Backs upright
Broomstick straight
Displayed, exemplary
Might, made
With standard
Held high

Crusade of
Culture clashes
Plied, the
Proscribed path

Marched in lockstep
With frozen
Cheshire cat smiles
Silently, in mock
Stoicism, onward
To obfuscation
All traces
Of humanness
Willed away

BE YOURSELF (Finer Points of Coolness)

When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other”

-Eric Hoffer-

 Looking cool and being cool were two different things.  Having the proper accoutrements didn’t necessarily make you cool.  Each generations standards were largely based on pop culture.  I grew up in the sixties and seventies.  Kids that looked or acted differently were cruelly singled out.  I wasn’t the stereotypical “flower child.”  …Rebelled in my own unique ways.  My crazy ideas–shave my head and have tattooed hair.  Legally change my name to “ZX09” or something difficult to pronounce.  Then, I’d feign indignantly, when my name was mispronounced.  I wanted an ordinary appearing, primered car with a souped-up engine, that would blow everybody else off the road.  Thank God those wacky ideas were never brought to fruition.

My idol was Edd “Kookie” Byrnes from the TV show “77 Sunset Strip.”  He embodied my ideals of coolness.  I copied his hair style.  If I only had a cool car?  …An attractive girlfriend to fawn over me?  Then I’d definitely be cool.  I tried smoking cigarettes–anybody that was anybody smoked.  My Dad was a strict disciplinarian and liberally administered corporal punishment.  Consequently, I settled for candy cigarettes rolled up in my T-shirt sleeve.  I was a shy kid and could only fantasize about beautiful girlfriends.  Later I aspired to have “Beatlesque” shaggy hair.  Mom and Dad weren’t thrilled about that, either.

Current cultural icons sport shaved heads, tattoos, and body piercings.  Tattoos and piercings are becoming mainstream.  Like my parents, I find some trends hard to understand.  To keep things in perspective, rebellion from parental control was part of growing up.  I wanted to make my own life decisions.  Sometimes my choices weren’t the right ones.  Peer approval sometimes overruled good judgement.  If everybody did the same thing–it was conformity, not non-conformity.  This concept passed right over my head.  Don’t take my message the wrong way.  Conformity is sometimes necessary for survival–in school, military service, while incarcerated.  Our thoughts can still run free.


I admire eccentricity

Independence from conformity

Not what’s wrong or right

It brings me great delight

Break down barriers

Tear down walls

Push boundaries

Find a niche

Be yourself

Because it’s cool!

Advice from a rebellious old fool