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Husband, Father, Brother, Friend, Jogger (40,000 miles and I've stopped counting), Cyclist, Kayaker, Hiker, Camper

He Didn’t Say It With Elation

Dead Portuguese Men O’
War littered the beach.
Not knowing what they
were but thinking maybe

dead jellyfish, he jabbed
the end of his hiking stick
into one and it popped.
He popped a few more

and stopped a walker
and asked if she knew
what they were. She did.
He jogged on only to see

a family of four, the two
children running in and
out of the water, shovel-
ing Men O’ War onto a

plastic shovel and run-
ning them out to sea.
He passed on the inform-
ation he had gotten —

poisonous dead or alive —
and only got back elation
that those are such naughty
boys and ever so hard to

keep inline. Shaking his
head, he jogged back to
the cottage and his Choco-
late Lab sniffed and made

a surreptitious move for
the hiking stick. Lifting
the stick out of her way,
he said, “Oh, girl, curios-

ity killed the cat and you’re
no cat, but you are as
naughty as those two
towheads at the beach.”

He didn’t say it with elation.

We Have Conveniences

We have conveniences
upon conveniences,
smart appliances

after smart appliances,
all gauged to make
money for the corpor-

ations not so much
the inventors who
work for the corporat-

ions and all designed
to make our life easier
to manage, but for all

the advances, there
are all the risks to
our identity (with

smart this and smart
that and social media),
so privacy is now a

thing of the past
(Darling, you know the
smart T.V. is watching

us.) and then there is
the matter of the resist-
ance of human nature

to embrace the most
up-to-date, ultra-mod-
ern, still strange, yet

truly interesting notions
to be tested called peace,
justice, mercy and the

strangest of all — un-
conditional, self-sac-
rificial, agape love.

It Is the Nature…

Of course, there are dangers
out there. Some say nature
doesn’t care about you and,
in fact, is hostile toward
you, like it is the nature of
the alligator…and it is
the nature of the scorpion…
and it is the nature of
the rattlesnake…but
those natures are survival
instincts and not about
you. If we are wise and
keep our distance, those
who scare us will leave us
alone because we are
no longer the next meal
or the real danger and
speaking of the real
danger, it is the nature
of the human….

At One Time

At one time in his life, he thought
he would spend the rest of his
life wandering along the shore

of the Gulf of Mexico and then
life happened. Along the way,
he fell in love with the forests

of Kentucky and Michigan, the
smell of the evergreens and the
flowering deciduous, the rolling

hills, the crunching sands along
the shore of the Big Lake, the

Flat Irons and the snow caps
and the fourteen-thousand footers
and the bronze beauty — the desert

of the Southwest, the greens,
blues, yellows, the spring flowers,
the hoarfrost that sings “Catch

Me If You Can”; then he found
himself jogging along the shore
of the Gulf and he knew he

was in love with the waves
and the sand and the trees
and the shrubs and the lakes

and the rivers and the mountains
and desert and the animals who
were here first and he inhales

it and he knows he’s a part of
it, and it’s a part of him and
he is better for it.

Sabbatical from You Know Who

I have exhausted myself writing about the absurdities, inanities, and illegalities of our present Federal Administration, Congress and the President in particular (and I used a capital P out of respect for the office and not the present occupant).

And I know I basically am talking to myself — a knowledge based on two realities: 1. external: there aren’t many out there who read my posts, and 2. internal: a growing realization that the focus of my writings is becoming way too narrow and the negativity is becoming corrosive on me.

My writings about the misadventures of the government have been in part prophetic (calling it for what it is from my perspective) and therapeutic (naming the issues, seeking clarity, finding hope, getting a bigger perspective, etc.).

And so, after this post and the poem below, I am taking a break from all things “You Know Who” —- for as long as I can stand it.

Do You Ever Wonder?

Do you ever wonder
if the Veep’s truly,
authentically, con-
servative, evangel-
ical, Jesus loving,
religious wife, whom
we have heard doesn’t
truck the Occupant,
slaps the Veep upside
the head every day
before he leaves for
work for his cringing,
docile, fawning, ob-
sequious, servile sub-
missiveness to the
Occupant, and if so
maybe, we can only
hope and, maybe,
one day, if it happens,
it will pay off. What
do you think, Veep?
Silence…as usual
and then he gathers
his phony-baloney
made for the radio
stentorian voice
to sound profound
and everyone rushes
out of the room.