"One Day at a Time"

  • Bumble Be Big

    May 29, 2021 by

    “Bumble”. He’s 14 months young, … and huge. Walking by his rather small car cradle the other day outside Sam’s Club, I was drawn to Bumble’s puppy face. You would’ve been, too, had the owner’s permission been granted in your favor as well. The kind gentleman loading boxes of goodies into the back of a… Read more

  • A Not So Lonely, Beautiful Tree

    July 26, 2021 by

    An oak tree. A big, majestic … friend. I spent hours looking at the mighty oak. Across a dull, paved lot, my eyes hovered beyond my concession trailer for two days. This lonely tree became my friend from yards away. Too busy to closely introduce myself, the only way to communicate was through imaginary vibes… Read more

  • Slow Down and Feel Groovy

    July 22, 2021 by

    As a worn sidewalk caressed the bottom of my hurrying soles this morning, Simon & Garfunkel rested notes on my soul. I couldn’t get rid of them. You know what I mean. Every so often, darn lyrics songfully plant themselves in our brains and we can’t stop silently singing them over and over. I was… Read more

  • Baseball Fireworks with Dad

    July 20, 2021 by

    Could be Anywhere, U.S.A. However, this was in Altoona, Pa at a minor league baseball game. Our “Curve” ran the bases five times more than the Binghamton Ponies, so that’s a win by any measure. Fireworks – combined with a “wrestling” theme ticket stamp (that never materialized into anything) – and perfect weather swung the… Read more

  • Somehow, I Made It

    July 16, 2021 by

    Nothing to write about with everything to say. Finding time to sit down and type in a few words has been difficult since my last post. What I am not is an internationally well-established author with impeccable writing skills and multiple book tours in my past. With that in mind, missing six days wasn’t going… Read more

  • Snuggling Buicks

    July 10, 2021 by

    Mark-56 was first. Slowly, Ms. Red snuggled in beside to Mark’s left. I saw this romantic gesture through a late dinner’s window pane at Denny’s tonight around 9:45 p.m. and had to investigate. Starting with a, “What are these cars?”, text to a good friend, I waited for a reply. An answer didn’t come back… Read more

  • Uptown and All That Jazz

    July 3, 2021 by

    Kander & Ebb. Roxie & Velma. CHICAGO, June 3rd, 1975. “Come on babe, why don’t we paint the town?And all that jazzI’m gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings downAnd all that jazzStart the car, I know a whoopee spotWhere the gin is cold but the piano’s hotIt’s just a noisy hall, where there’s… Read more

  • A Rail, Rocks, and Rurality

    July 2, 2021 by

    I didn’t know it was a word. “Rurality”, (defined by Wikipedia/Chigbu 2013, p. 815), is “a condition of place-based homeliness shared by people with common ancestry or heritage and who inhabit traditional, culturally defined areas or places statutorily recognized to be rural”. There it is! An eight-letter, beautiful timely term describing a hometown circumstance I found… Read more

  • I Cuddled a Kitten

    July 1, 2021 by

    I cuddled a kitten today. “Dean”, named after my grandfather, is the new fuzzy feline child of my cousin. I didn’t expect this to happen soon after squelching my way into a tight parking space. Fourth avenue can be difficult, however, I was determined to return a vintage family pie basket to my cousin and… Read more

  • Cicada’s Road Ahead

    June 30, 2021 by

    “Ding!”, there goes another one. Another soul lost doing a sixty m.p.h. header into my windshield. It wasn’t my fault – this tragic, fateful ending of an insect’s seventeen year lifespan. The darn cicada mistook my curved Honda glass for open air space and met its sudden final act. Actually, sixty m.p.h. is a low… Read more

  • Morning Sun’s Facetime

    June 19, 2021 by

    In between the occasional seasonal sneezes, drilling sounds from a necessary garage door repair to my left, and anxious, happy doggie barks inside, this sun provides me much needed calm. Warm facetime across a right cheek as I sit comfortably on a rocking wicker chair – morning feel good massaging a pre-Friday, 7:45 a.m. sore… Read more

  • Beneath an Orange Sky

    June 18, 2021 by

    It wasn’t mine, although I’d like to stand on a wooden fence and dream that dream beneath an orange sky. Opportunities to do this are not in my life as they are for Abby, the reflective little bit of dressed evening sunshine standing on the bottom rail. Her mom, a piano student of mine, started… Read more

  • Don’t Mind My Busy Body

    June 17, 2021 by

    Certainly was a different time. Decades ago, to be frank. That very tree is gone, the uncomfortable sneaks and entire outfit were standard early 80’s, and those shades I remember well. This wasn’t a senior picture portfolio shoot or young men’s magazine ad modeling submission (thank heavens 😉). It’s just a young me standing beside… Read more

  • Rick, Michelle, and Table 10

    June 15, 2021 by

    I hope my point of view will ease your daily grind. At the very least, if Chet Baker has any influence on what I write, you’ll remember somewhere the sun is shining whenever the skies are blue. I know, just know, as Chet so aptly sings, “A heart, full of joy and gladness,will always banish… Read more

  • A Small Lake’s Water Wonderment

    June 8, 2021 by

    Didn’t take much effort climbing on top of the table to take this picture. However, with extended hands above my head and eyes not able to see through a shakey phone, it took a few attempts before success was in my grasp. There is no easy access to the lake at Lakemont Park in Altoona,… Read more

  • Table 31 to Tea

    June 7, 2021 by

    A very pleasant Sunday morning. A day shy in the “thirty-days hath September ….” monthly memory click so solidly emblazoned in my mind. This sixth month has thirty days, so that silver “31” handed to me after ordering a crepe must have meant something else. Was I simply the 31st patron/group of the morn to… Read more

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