- April 01
- Friend of all Frank's (including Francis), Dead crewman from Heller's Novel, lover of nature and art.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Obama! I miss you already.
September 21, 2014 04:55PM
- Scotland on My Mind
September 18, 2014 08:01PM
- Why do I not give a flying
September 14, 2014 04:19PM
- Remember How Lucky We Are...
September 11, 2014 04:03PM
- Enough Sensenon ? I Think Not.
September 09, 2014 07:00PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Rand - Not even great
fiction...but I remember
decades ago -
I did learn
- “Theatre ! Was that
before or after he choked on
the pretzel ?
- “Me too (corruptible) but
on the little things - the
things I wont budge on.
- “I speculate ..cannot
prove - that Bush II got
power because he
Think ....you Obama haters! Who will you despise next? I can tell you as a one time Hillary fan, I do not long for her...not a bit. I know already I will be unhappy wit… Read full post »
Snowden...your fictional imaginary star following dead poet is thinking about Scotland, and thus so am I.
&n… Read full post »
Breathe Snowden...you bleeding out airman,
Breathe and let it go ....man.
Open up the back hatch,
and let the crimson fluid flow,
Coast to coast,
They - them wont know,
You dried out old coot,
Looking like a Scare Crow,
Blowing in the wind,
Next to that other Roadside Attracti… Read full post »
How lucky we are,
To have this big play pen,
And all these toys to play with,
Jets to fly on,
The bad things,
And bad luck,
It is all on them,
Those bad men,
We prance and dance,
Around our good fortune,
Horray for US,
We… Read full post »
I think not. Self edit? Also a no - go. This is free space and time. Unbilled and unpaid,
Ah if we could only bill...we violentears and those who laugh and work at nothing. Making it look fun and easy is the hardest thing,… Read full post »
I spoke to the the General, who was at one time sleeping with the bleeding man....(See Paris Island series)
"In 1978, the bleeding man probably saved my life. I was already more than six years officiall… Read full post »
Mystic...the room loomed over the rebuilt bridge that seperated me from the army navy store of my dreams. Soft luggage. I am a tad addicted to soft luggage. My rolling stuff breaks...and my soft stuff gets shredded on the conveyers.
For twelve bucks I got a new li… Read full post »
The Snowden tour,
Post and prewar,
Standing up coast to coast,
Ship to shore,
A bleeding out fictional fly boy,
Running my movie,
Eating oysters in Oak Bluffs,
Shooting pool in Mystic,
Once more the giant PBR's rule the bar top,
With the happy hour price drop,
So the Undersecretary's nephew carried the ball,
But played harmonica and blues guitar,
Moving as far away as he could from Oceanports,
As he possibly could,
In 1970 being a Bluesman in his Uncle's east coast town,
Was more dangerous than Nam,
Or so they made it… Read full post »
Do not confuse me,
With a talk radio version of reality,
I know my little place in history,
As well as I know yours,
And that we will meet again and again,
As sure as your heart beats,
Death has come and gone,
More times than we can ever count,… Read full post »
Oh... when Europe choked on all the crap they had pillaged from around the globe...and then puked up their poor, tired and hungry onto the depopulated shores of this once green and very different place...
Not to mention any names,
But last year the dead man was almost from Maine,
And now the Cowgirl tossed out Idaho Bill,
For falling off the wagon,
He had the running blues,
And the two dollars his only friend gave him,
As he rode the rocket half way to L.A.… Read full post »
Bald Eagles above and Horshoe Crabs ashore,
Washed high and dry in a sweltering June heat,
And all the way,
There and back yet again,
If they knew me at the Cowgirl Seahorse,
They did not let on,
Any… Read full post »
Once, twelve years ago, I was wearing a uniform - (battle dress) and I intentionally stopped by a small diner in the next town to where the bleeding man landed a… Read full post »
Cold warriors at play. Raising children in the middle of an exhausting battle where nothing was as it… Read full post »
Until I was introduced to the duchess's clan, my idea of fun was limited....and until I met the bleeding man my knowlege… Read full post »
In 1978, the bleeding man probably saved my life. I was already more than six years officially into my formal training...but in fact my training had begun at birth.
&n… Read full post »
I have a problem - both at home and on the road - getting into the role - or roles I act out in the flesh. Be… Read full post »
It was 1978, and I should have been halfway though my third year of college, but I was actually six years over my head. I have only broke the su… Read full post »
The duchess had been a hipster nurse from Long Island, who married an up and coming Ivy football player with a great disposition. They were on top of the east coast, rubbing nose to nose with the best and brightest of the day.
But so… Read full post »
Rolling north I was, but not before showing my ID, not at Parris Island, but at a private island nearby. My pass was waiting, but my name was spelled wrong.… Read full post »
I left Blackstone's after presenting my credentials to the owner, and then lost his attention to seating a regular...that was the moment I walked out and back to the inn.
&nb… Read full post »
After dark the previous night, I had found myself turned around on a new intersection that my gps did not know about. I struggled to dead reckon my way in pitch black up and around the n… Read full post »
This was a real place in real time. The owner was indeed a magician, In a few short seconds I was meeting yet another cold warrior from the past - who was still hanging on...