What’s Your Hurry?

That’s the question
All older people asked
And if they didn’t ask
They were thinking it
Good days, bad days
Work got done
Or, not done
Things went the right way
Things went astray
Going faster and faster
Didn’t always make things better


Where’s the fire
what’s the hurry about?
You’ve got so much to do
And only so many
Hours in a day…
But you know when the truth is told
That you can get what you want
Or, you can just get old…

Billy Joel’s, Vienna Waits For You–



Cars without reverse gears
Fronts same as backs
Driven either way
Imitated streetcars, trains
Made quick getaways
95% pure hooey
Reflected in their eyes
Some stared down
The end of their noses
Clucked their tongues
Danced superiority dances
At pot luck dinners
Past imperfect tenses
Filed in fed-up files

Little Bit Of Truth Goes a Long Way

An accusation flew. There was very little truth behind it.

After all, the event occurred forty-eight years ago. In another era–another time, during the Cold War.

A story about basic training in a share group.  My decision, the better of two bad choices, almost forgotten.

I was somewhat surprised to be judged by someone who hadn’t been there. Chalked it up to the anonymity of the internet.

At first, wanted to lash out, but reconsidered. Who knew what the motivation of the accuser was? Not my place to psychoanalyze.

It just proved, that a statement as benign as, “The sky is blue,” could be objectionable to someone.

All of us have opinions.  Sometimes I wish people would keep their opinions to themselves.

The Qualm Before the Storm

Throughout the ages, things were named

Things did what things were intended to do

Sometimes same things had different names

Some people had couches in their living rooms

Others insisted they were davenports

Diehards argued for davinettes

They’d be davinettes, till the day they died

No matter–they were still the same things

Served the same purposes

Some didn’t like current names for things

They preferred different, new “thing” names

New names–for the same old things

Other than being confusing for those familiar

With the old names, things still did the same things

In spite of changes in their nomenclature




First Class, Lightning Fast, Hauling Trash

Advertising slogans can be humorous, cheesy, sleazy, also slightly askew.  The title words were painted on a large rollaway steel construction dumpster.  What was it about refuse collection that was first class?  Did their truck drivers wear suits and ties?  I’m addressing the guilty parties.  What were they thinking?

  • Your trash, our cash
  • It’s alimentary, my dear Watson
  • Goals not well defined? We’ll help you focus–City Optometrists
  • What goes in must come out
  • Your sit-down not outstanding?
  • We meet by accident
  • Not better–cheaper wood chippers
  • No rabbits in our hats, no bees in our bonnets–Main Street Haberdashery
  • Not thrilled by the drill?  Better Dentistry Clinic
  • What a pane–Quality Glass Repair
  • UFO’s in your kitchen?  Excelsior Cooking School
  • Lost that loving feeling?  Baymont Divorce Lawyers
  • We love, love handles–Sue’s Tailoring
  • Messy Marvin’s Housecleaning Service
  • No barks, no bites, no errors–Gayle’s Obedience School
  • Driver’s license points?  That’s the point?  Point A–Point B Driving School