The Christmas Tree

December 10, 2015 | 1 Comment

Forty-six years go very quickly. It was over forty-six  years ago that the events of this story happened. I remember it as if it were last Christmas. This story is for you; for all those of you who believe in the possibility of peace and harmony here on earth. And even for those who do […]

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The U.S revolutionary war with Great Britain was over. Tens of thousands of men were dead—-all for the cause of a free republic that had come to be called the United States of America. The Founding Fathers of this great republic were gathered in Philadelphia to try to work out a critical document—a document that […]

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Two Four Barrels

November 26, 2013 | 1 Comment

Please accept this story as a gift. It is intended to most certainly be that. Gifts mark an occasion, of course—they commemorate. This one marks an occasion for me. Perhaps you have a similar one marked. Enjoy this, please. Enjoy all of yours. Time moves us all along the endless road. _________________________________________________________________________________________ Two Four Barrels […]

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I Believe In Love

September 20, 2013 | Leave a Comment

I believe in love. You know—-the romantic kind. The kind where—-when you can’t be with her every minute, you feel crazy—-not obsessive—-crazy—-because you miss her so much. Because her being with you completes you. Makes you know that you can do anything. Anything. And, in the doing—-you want more than anything to support and help […]

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A quote from Mr. Robert Frost—-not from his poetry—-but a direct quote during an interview: “Never be bullied into silence. never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself.” And the cost? Monumental. Financially. Personally—-and a whole lot more. The cost of not doing so? Your lifelong […]

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The Human Spirit

January 6, 2012 | Leave a Comment

Here’s one for you: one of the hospital housekeeping staff inadvertently kicks a bucket of cleaning solution outside the room of a dying patient. Mortified at the offense, she cringes at what she has done. Then–from inside the patient’s room comes this: “hey—-I’m supposed to be the one doing that.” Look far and wide. Travel […]

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Departure

December 27, 2011 | Leave a Comment

He worried about his departure. Not from his town or his state—-he worried about his departure from the planet. There was so much that he had said while he was there. And—-there was so much that he had not said. Always wanting to put to words his burning emotions—-and always feeling that he had not […]

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When I was much, much younger, I often wondered what it was going to be like to be–say–60–or so. The Christmases came and went in blind succession, and the line “not even a mouse” swerved in and out of them–giggling, it seemed. Not even a mouse. And not a single sparrow that would fall without […]

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Courtesy of Mr. Richard Harris from “The Yard Went On Forever”, written by Mr. Jimmy Webb and released in the year of our Lord 1968: “And a man could have a boy, and a boy could have a dog, and there weren’t any subways, and there wasn’t any smog——–and the yard went on forever.” Caustic, […]

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A Flash of Light

December 4, 2011 | Leave a Comment

A flash of light. He felt it before he saw it. It stung. And—-it was imbued with all the oldies and the explosive emotions that went with them. What was it? Could it have been that he still felt her hand in his? Still remembered the feeling when they drove into the dark night with […]

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