Tuesday, January 27, 2015


Rabbit went to woods for mushroom. Mushroom saying to rabbit “Eat me”, so rabbit did.
Now rabbit not been seen long time.
By this you know a talking watermelon not good for eating.
No! Not!
But a talking mushroom is good for much eating.
Just don’t expecting to be back, like rabbit, anytime soon.
Don’t believing you me?
Go asking Alice. 
Thinking she’ll know.

Friday, January 23, 2015


" In the same manner we would not … make a discriminatory cake against Christians, we will not make one that discriminates against gays,” 
This story (click here)  refuses to end.

You may recall "The Right to Refuse...Pt. I" from last month.
I just keep adding on, and will until the day comes that all 50 states recognize the right to Public Accommodation for the LGBT community. Currently, I believe 31 states recognize the right to service regardless of race, creed, color AND sexual orientation.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015


When I was a boy, about 3 or 4, and my uncle Grady took me and bought me some cowboy boots, the kind with pointy toes.
Later, he was sitting in his big easy chair reading the newspaper, and I come up in front of him where he couldn't see me and I kicked him in the shin with the new boots he had bought me just as hard as I could.
Down came the newspaper, and he backhanded me, hard, and I went flying across the room and into the wall.
I was crying as I got up, rubbing my head and said "Why you want to hit me for Uncle Grady".
Most of my lessons seem to come that way.

Saturday, January 17, 2015


All day long you 
ran wild inside of me, 
throwing pillows and peeping 
around corners, knocking down 
my dreams from the pantry shelves 
and my unthought thoughts 
from where I had them neatly stacked. 
Now I come home 
and there is nothing but you, 
everywhere you. 

Is it any wonder 
that I want you? I want you 
to lean back and lie still. 
I’m going to clean up 
the mess you’ve made of me. 
I’m going to restack my thoughts 
all around you, all over you. 
I’m going to feed you my dreams 
and dreams are a messy food, 
my love… a messy food.

Thursday, January 01, 2015


"We are living now.
We shall not live long.
No one should tell us we shall live again.
This is our little while.
This is our chance."
Susan Glaspell

Arthur Leipzig

Wednesday, December 31, 2014


Monday, December 29, 2014


I was 27 or so, and working with a real tough guy who was maybe three years older.
He wasn't a chef, he was just a guy trying to make it as cook. But he seemed like less of someone that should be a cook than anyone I ever knew  

He had come from a broken home. Some steel town outside Pittsburgh. He said his daddy beat him senseless all the time. It was like he had walked right out of that album, right out of that title song, "Born In The USA".
He seemed like he had probably done some time; maybe he had, but what he talked about the most was how he’d left home at 16, joined the Army and ended up in Vietnam. He was entirely affected by it all; he wore an American flag headband and an Army jacket and we called him Rambo. He talked like Rambo, walked like Rambo, acted like Rambo and wouldn't you know it he looked just like Rambo too, except his nose was a lot more crooked. And he was a big, strong, fit SOB too with a look like he could creep up on you and stab you in the neck and you wouldn't even make a sound. He was the first guy I knew that had one of those little locks of hair growing longer from the back. I think they call it a "Rat-Tail".
His favorite song of course, was Born In The USA, he sang it always.
He seemed like a guy who might go off any minute, kill a cop and end up in the woods somewhere, and a whole army wouldn't be able to shake him out of there. But I found favor with him somehow, maybe because we’d be preppin’ in the kitchen, and I’d get the song started by banging a pot with a spoon keeping time, then "Born down in a deadmans town",  and pretty soon the whole kitchen is singin’ it.
We’d belly bump, and he’d let me box him, like a Doberman might let a Terrier nip at him.
Fuckin’ Rambo. I think about him every time I hear a Springsteen song.

He had a girl, but I think he slugged her one night, and I don't remember if he got fired, or if he just stopped showing up. All I know for sure was he was a stick of dynamite with a short ass fuse. And like a wolf, no matter how much you fed him, he would always have one eye on your throat and another on the woods.

So when a buddy posted "Downbound Train", a song I'd never heard before that I can recollect, it made me think of Rambo. Fits him, it does, maybe even more than the obvious Born In The USA. And I got to say, upon hearing this song I got choked up thinking about Rambo, and how I cant even remember his right name, and hope to God he's doing OK.
I hope to God he's doing OK.

"Downbound Train"

I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going mister in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
Now I work down at the carwash
Where all it ever does is rain
Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train

She just said "Joe I gotta go
We had it once we ain't got it any more"
She packed her bags left me behind
She bought a ticket on the Central Line
Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
I feel her kiss in the misty rain
And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train

Last night I heard your voice
You were crying, crying, you were so alone
You said your love had never died
You were waiting for me at home
Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods
I ran till I thought my chest would explode
There in the clearing, beyond the highway
In the moonlight, our wedding house shone
I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door
My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed
The room was dark, our bed was empty
Then I heard that long whistle whine
And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried

Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang
Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain
Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train

Friday, December 26, 2014


I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas, and got everything they wanted, and enjoy continued blessings for all of next year, and gas prices stay low.

The best part of Christmas was buying Dave Mows Grass some bowling shoes, shipping them to Arkansas, then calling the local bowling alley up there and getting him a $50 Bowling certificate.
The man said "Would you like us to call him Christmas Eve and let him know its here?"
"Yes, that would be so nice" I said.
Then, Christmas Eve, Dave calls me and thanks me for the bowling certificate.
He hasnt opened packages to find the shoes yet, burt he is excited and says:
"I was going to spend some money on a Smart Phone, but instead I'm going to buy bowling shoes."
Man, I just couldn't stop grinning, thinking about him opening up those shoes..
As it ends up, he not only got Bowling shoes under the tree, but a Smart Phone too!
What will he do with all that money?

I guess every few years, or less, you manage to buy the right gift for the right person at the right time, and its the best feeling ever. Maybe that's what Christmas really is,.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014


On the way in to work this morning I only saw 4 cars and gas was 1.66 a gallon.
Hello? Did I miss the Rapture?

Friday, December 19, 2014


Every year I go through the same exercise at Kohls. The cashier asks if I have a Kohl's Credit card.
"No ma'am"
"Would you like to apply for one?"
"Ma'am, there's no way they are going to give me one."
"We will give you 20% off just for applying"

Well, who can turn that down?
So every year I hold up the line to get my 20% off,  the cost being the shame, humiliation and suffering I go through while everyone is watching.
I hear the guy two people down ask whats taking so long, and the woman behind him whisper "He's trying to get credit", then the computer spits out its answer, and the girl cocks her head and says "I'm sorry, here is a number you can call to find out why you were DENIED"
I don't need to call, I know damn well why I was denied, but HEY, I got my 20% right?

Well, let me tell you something sister.
This year is different.
I'm going down to Kohls and get my 20% AND their fricken' card because I'm getting approved for credit all over the place!