Monday, September 26, 2016

memoir

The midnight blue sky
Over Dansville is filled
With stars tonight.
And airplanes.
...
He died twenty years
Before I was born;
John Noel,
My great grandfather.
I never knew him
Only about him.
I only saw him once,
When I was 7.

Seven is just a guess.
I was a youngster laying on Aunt Nellie's couch.
Perhaps I was asleep, but if so, I was awake in my Dream.
I saw a man get out of a car.  It was an old car, maybe Uncle Ed's.
I can still see it in my mind's eye; black 4 door, like a 1920's style 4 door.
Whatever, It didn't seem out of place.
The man was wearing a calf length dark gray overcoat and a felt hat; one of those hats  that I always see Humphrey Bogart wear in some of his movies.
Strange, he didn't come up the front steps but walked down the 12 inch wide walk at the side of the house to the small porch leading to the door opening into the dining room.  Strange because no one ever used that door as long as I remember.
Aunt Nellie met him there and as they talked, I couldn't make out what the were saying, I knew it was her father, John Noel.
I don't remember him leaving, but when Aunt Nellie came into the living room where I was on the couch, I asked her "who was that?"
"Who are you talking about?"
"That man who came in through the side door."
She stared at me with a puzzled look on her face, and said nothing except to ask, would you like something to eat.

A dream?  Perhaps, but still it's a memory that stayed with me all these 60 plus years.
I've replayed that incident innumerable times and have decided it must have some significance, even if I can't say what that might be.

John Noel was a Civil war Veteran,  I think he knew I'd be going to Viet Nam in 10 years and maybe he came to his last home just to let me know he was real and not just a story told when people asked about the Civil war discharge enlargement framed and hanging over Uncle Ed's chair in the Living room.

He enlisted, volunteered, in the army for the civil war, against his parents wishes when he was 17, just like I would enlist and volunteer to go to Viet Nam.

History repeats itself.  An old adage that as proven itself time and again.  I don't know John Noels story, but I like to think I do know it through my own experience.

Monday, September 05, 2016

September floats in quietly
While steamy days of summer
Evaporate from the placid river.
Forlorn foghorns warn, unseen;
Lonely trains wooo wooo their passing....
A gull screeches, calling; her, me, who?

The morning meditates, so do I.
Watching river fog rise and kiss the sky---
The rising sun blinks.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

For me, nothing brings back memories better than music.
Listening to Elvis this morning I remember:
Riding my Schwin down Oak St.
I was 11,...
Listening to "Love me tender"
And thinking about my first real girl friend,
Judy Smith
From Hornell, NY.
Her family moved in to a new
4 site trailer park
Across the street from our place.
Her dad moved them here
While he worked on the
St. Lawrence Seaway.
I memorized "Love me tender, and
"You Ain't Nothing But A Hound Dog,"
And probably every subsequent Elvis song
Thereafter.
Judy returned, with her family, to Hornel
After a year;
Nearly broke my heart.
'Til I met Dort Kiah
At confirmation practice
In Notre Dame church
On Ford Ave.

Thanks Elvis,
For the memories!

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Morning spin

Every morning we arise
Lets spin the wheel
Of another's demise.

It's the most popular
Pastime
In the world today;
Spinning the wheel of hate; yay.

You hate Hillary, I'll hate Trump.
Every member of congress we'll dump.

Let's hate the ref, the other team,
They must be blind we'll rant and scream.

If you're different from me
in any way,
You don't deserve the time of day.

We love to hate and hate to love.
We turn our backs on the Lord above.

With all our righteous indignation,
We put ourselves above all creation

There is no place for civil discourse.
Make up history, ignore the facts,
Perpetuate lies with violent acts.

A divided house will surely fall,
Whether on not we build a wall.

So if you'd like to reunite,
Put hate's wheel away tonight.
Arise tomorrow with love in your heart,
Good change will come when we start.

Seeing each other as human not race,
to feel another's pain is no disgrace.

In the morn, if you should awake,
Spin the wheel of love...
Take my hand and meet our fate.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Vengeful nation

Decry and pray,
Pray some more.
Point a finger of nay
At the blaming roar.

Anger, hate, recrimination,
Never right, always wrong.
Vengeful heart, ungrateful nation
Feeds the freedom of the throng.

Behavior, good and bad
Perpetuates itself.
Righteous are we in indignation;
Not me, but you must change,
If ever peace will reign.

The only change you can evoke
Is in your heart, and actions spoke.

Tuesday, July 05, 2016

FBI gives Clinton a pass

FBI announcement

This afternoon FBI Director James Comey announced that their investigation of Hillary Clinton's email scandal found her guilty.  Then he gave America a two handed middle finger by saying they will not recommend indictment or prosecution.  This on the day after America celebrated the 240th anniversary of our Declaration of Independence.

In so doing he bestowed the title of "Don" Clinton to the democrat nominee for president .  She is now the titular head of the American political mafia. When her consigliere ,blow-job Willie, unabashedly met privately, in public, with Attorney General Loretta Lynch the message was loud and clear: "fuck you America, how do you like me now.  There is no longer any attempt for the "ruling class" to try and appear honest, and trust worthy.

I suspect that,to insure HRC's election gets announced like a royal coronation, they and their army of minions orchestrated Donald Trump's rise to the Republican nomination.  How else could such a political buffoon become the nominee over so many (16) better qualified candidates.  They are well aware of American's apathy and the disgruntled voters anger at the political elite.  Let's play into that they thought and voila; Donald Trump is running for president.

I see a faint glimmer of hope: if FBI Comey's announcement spurs the apathetic to action, then what a enormous knuckle sandwich the voters can deal to Clinton by actually electing Trump. It would be the crushing indictment to her ego that she has so deservedly earned.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

there are givers and there are takers


I love to hate the greedy, voracious, comical, agile, obstreperous grey squirrels that come to the feeders we provide for them.

We also feed the birds, a wide variety of birds; cardinals, blue jays, grackles, doves, gold and purple finches, rose breasted grosbeaks, Baltimore Orioles, various sparrows, nuthatches, black capped chickadees, Robins, and, of course the chipmunk who cleans up any mess left on the ground.

Even though we provide a feeder specifically for the squirrels, they think every feeder is theirs to empty. And with their unparalleled appetites, they never stop eating and raiding until all the feeders are empty.  I understand survival of the fittest, and it's there to see with the birds too.  But the aggressive grey warriors are so intimidating to the birds they make otherwise raucous Jay's and grackles seem adorable.  Well maybe not adorable but they gain my sympathy when appearing as the underdogs.  Plus I think blue jays are beautiful.

Having resorted to putting up squirrel proof feeders we now get to enjoy the squirrel's frustrating antics trying to access those feeders.