Carousels

I can’t resist one. If I see it, I have to ride it. There is a certain order in the universe to it, as you always end up where you started. The calliope music. The smiling parents waving to their little ones who are on a wooden steed of their choosing. A watershed moment inContinue reading “Carousels”

Making Hay

“Making hay while the sun shines,” is an old expression that refers to taking advantage of one’s opportunities as conditions allow. It does not mean charging ninety-dollars for two and a half bags of groceries. I understand the greed of the world’s oil producers and, maybe not in my lifetime, but there will come aContinue reading “Making Hay”

Flies

My mother hated them like nobody’s business. If she saw one in the house, all activity immediately ceased until the intruder was vanquished. Snakes, no problem. Spiders, bugs? No problem. Flies? Big problem. Her hatred of the little buggers prompted her to promise me a bounty on the head of each of the little pestsContinue reading “Flies”

Making Magic

I was a good chef. Scratch that; I was a very good chef. Like all good chefs, I had my faults. I drank too much. I worked too hard. I ate the worst foods at the worst times. I had a short temper. I was tough on my staff. Although my talent and accumulated skillContinue reading “Making Magic”

Dusk

Our favorite time together. The day is exhausted and literally dying of thirst as the heat escapes the scorched earth and seeps skyward through the remaining stubborn streaks of grey. Yes, I have finally had time to cool down and really think about this. The logical thing (and I do fancy myself as a logicalContinue reading “Dusk”

The Week in Sports

England look like they are running in cement boots. I mean, in the Premier League, it is commonplace to see Harry Kane streaking through and past defensive schemes to launch yet another shot on goal. Why is Gareth Southampton sitting Marcus Rashford? Fresh young legs. Fast. Where is the pure #9 lethal striker whose onlyContinue reading “The Week in Sports”

Poetry

There are writers and there are poets. They are exclusive because not all writers are poets, and vice-versa. Why? As a writer, and a person with WAY too big of an ego, I fancy myself as both, so I will start adding a poem or two to my blog. Certainly not to compete with otherContinue reading “Poetry”