The color is diffuse, so is my mood June held promise, golden at dusk Savored every bite, like picnic food Worked the muscles, giving off musk The day melts away, sprinklers hissing Morning breeze, before searing heat On my face, the sun’s constant kissing Glistening pool, a refreshing retreat Evening sounds, bares the children in … More Summer Sunset
This is a companion to my recent “Candy of the Past” blog. The soft drink industry is massive and variations of flavor, color and ingredients come and go like TV shows. To even track all of the variations of Coke or Pepsi would be a huge project, thankfully, I am headed in a different direction. … More Soft Drinks of My Past
You know you are getting old when you try to find candy that was been off the market for years. Finding specialty candy that is still manufactured can be a challenge as I found out trying to find a Clark Bar. I got to thinking about the candy of my youth. A candy bar cost … More Candy Of the Past
Often derided, even today, the hippies of our youth were mostly right. Hippies were a wake up call to America. Before you eye-roll, give it a little thought. The Archie Bunker view of a hippie was dirty, sex-crazed, drug user, draft-dodging, bomb-throwing, lazy, degenerates. In reality, some were, but most were not; that is an … More Peace, Love & Humankind
Abortion is a term that immediately stirs a reaction. Whether you are pro-life or pro-choice, I do not believe anyone is truly in favor of abortion. The argument is about legal availability, and is a very complicated, supercharged and divisive issue. Since we want fewer abortions, how do we do it? What is the most … More Reducing Abortions
First there was Andy Hardy, then Dobie Gillis, and then the Beach movies. All followed the lives of independent-minded teenagers. Later, there would be American Graffiti and Happy Days in the 1970s and then the John Hughes films in the 1970s. In between was a low-budget 1966 film called Lord Love a Duck.The 1960s was … More Lord Love a Duck
The wonderful thing about the 1960s was the smorgasbord of musical styles and blended genres. After awhile, it was hard to tell one style from another. Is it rock or pop or R&B or folk – or a combination? Sure, the difference between Herman’s Hermits and The Yardbirds is obvious, as is the difference between … More 1960s Pop-Rock
Mile marker number 64 is dead ahead for me. Maybe “dead” is not the best word to use. Anyway, around and around in orbit we go. On the occasion of birthdays, one may feel a bit philosophical. So, here are a few observations about the journey. The sun no longer seems surprised; him again. And … More Growing Younger
In late fall, it gets dark early. The cold gray settles in, seeping into your joints. The howling wind blows the depressing loneliness of November through every microscopic seam of the car. I finished my visit in late afternoon. Ignoring the growl of my stomach, I wanted to get on the road without delay. Driving … More Cold, Dark Drive Home
Stepping up to the plate. As kids, we cannot wait to take our turn. We salivate to be older, to experience what our sisters and brothers enjoy. We are not concerned about abandoning the confines of our childhood because there is adventure waiting. Eventually, we join the work world. Without much real world experience, we … More Big League Chew
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