Category Archives: Love

Not Yet

Sometimes I forget I’m a lucky man. Forty  Years ago, I was closing in on The last days of my life. I can’t say I Prayed for death coz I had long since  Stopped all form of prayer but, I … Continue reading

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Hey, Joe, tell Rover to Move Over

I am enjoying the change in temperature today.  Fifteen degrees cooler than Sunday.  I was able to set up my gear without one drop of sweat forming on my brow. My PA sounded crisp as I played a tribute to … Continue reading

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Mi Nombre Es..

Joey’s 13 and it takes him a while to wake up in the morning. He doesn’t want to talk when he climbs into the back seat of my car.  Well, it’s really my brother’s car. It’s black 2006 Mercury SUV. … Continue reading

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But You Deserve Better 

I’ve been writing songs and posting stories on Facebook. One of my friends on that site wrote, “I’m enjoying your blog.” I thought, “You like this, you ought to checkout my ‘real’ blog.” That’s when I realized I have not … Continue reading

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How Could I Forget

In another life it was a massage table. It was over seven feet long, made to fold in half so it could fit into a cloth case and be carried by the suitcase handle attached to one end of the … Continue reading

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Building Character

Joey has been playing for a traveling basketball team all summer. He’s been making progress. Coach has been farming him out to “nationally ranked teams” and, once, he brought back a trophy that came up to his chin. Joey is … Continue reading

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Good Thing I Don’t Believe In Freud

It’s raining hard this morning. Supposed to be this way all day. Just as well. Texted my friend last night. Wrote, “My brother’s such a chickenshit.” Then I sent it…to my brother. It was an accident. I walked from the … Continue reading

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