Monthly Archives: October 2020


Ain’t seen nor spoke in 40 years and here we meet again, Reunion weekend’s at our door, it’s good to see you, friend.

So many things of which to chat and follow up with you, Like kids and family, where you’ve been and how life’s treated you.

Let’s talk of old and reminisce and laugh out loud at stuff, Swapping stories, jokes and pics we’ll never get enough.

The hundred bucks we paid for this is worth it all for sure No talk of pains and politics for which we have no cure.

We’ve a history that unites us and memories to upend, Our weekend here together so glad we all can spend.

And when we part, say our goodbyes and vow to keep in touch, Our takeaways of high school days again will mean so much.

the transcendental generation

A transcendental generation.

That’s what they’re called. The 80 and 90 year olds of today whose entire lives have been grounded in a spiritual belief that their existence will matter beyond the grave.

The last of a staple subculture whose coming of age helped to create a proud, stable nation bridled by unwavering faith, truth, and unlimited vision.

Today, too many murmuring others quietly hope this is their last hurrah as first-hand witnesses to decades of cultural decline and technological incline which, together, leaves us on the doorstep to the decade of their last goodbye.

They’ve been a generation who viewed hardship as a life expectation and survival as God-ordained.

Will we miss them?

Future generations will never fully understand their contributions which are certainly destined to be categorically erased, canceled by generations that follow. The now 60 and 70 year old children like me are all that remain fighting against hope to keep their memories alive and the convictions of their generation transcendent, because indeed, that’s what they are.

And to us, they will always be.

its own reward

I returned bottles, mowed yards, cleaned windows and babysat possessed young children all night for a pittance to save for the better things in life. My parents taught me that doing things for others WERE the better things in life and that most of all, a little hard work in youth creates a decent adult, which is often its own reward.

that corner

No matter how far you’ve traveled, or the distance you’ve placed between your now and your past, with all the amends and erasures and changes you’ve made which are now habits, and the important difference you’ve since made in this world…You may again stumble around some unsuspecting corner in which you’re forced again to see the depravity you once called home, where you once believed you were living but indeed, were dying, in a coffin of your own making, silently begging for another nail.But that very moment,around the next corner,you’ll make its approach better armedwith greater humility, irrefutable dignity and unquestionable sobriety you momentarily forgot you had since earned from that same, shameful corner where you once lived.Addicts survive by the painful remembrances from where they came and the marvelous paths they are now traveling to earn one more day.


They don’t come home after work, buy you gifts, give you a kiss, or cuddle at night. They don’t tell you nice things, take you exotic places, to dinner, or hold your hand in the movie. They don’t say they love you, hug you, help when you need it or stand by your side in a crowd. They’re not much of a lover, poet, looker or dreamer and it’s been years since you were visible, though content to be alone and on your own. Then just when you’ve become accustomed to being without all these years, one day you may just find yourself glancing up at a stranger for the first time who mustered the courage to say hello when you could not. And at that moment, your imagination of how it’s been safer, better to be alone and unhurt suggests you just might have been mistaken too long. So you fumble a returned hello, an awkward smile, and feel the strange awakening of an ancient hope from where you left it so many years back when it first said hello and last said a cruel goodbye. Maybe, just maybe, you’ve been wrong about love all these years, because love always begins with a hello and never says never, because you’ll never ever know without finding the courage to try again.

Jackie’s enlightenment

Of all life experiences one remains entirely unknown. After millions of attempts across the ages to describe it from every conceivable perspective, unhinged fantasy and unlimited speculation in exquisite detail, unchallenged since the beginning of time, we know nothing more of it except for the promise that for as long as we live we never will.Sleep is a wonderful thing until it’s your last. And I still miss my friend, jealous of her fully enlightened state until mine arrives and we meet again to pick up where we left off. She always was and still is a memorable woman gone much too soon.

Jacquelyn Rae Malott 1951-2018

the heart of giving

The young man was seated in the sun on the curb outside when he asked “Could I wash your windows for 50 cents?” In a hurry to get my iced tea I said “No, thanks” and walked past him into the store. The length of the line was consuming my valuable lunch hour until I noticed the disabled woman at the front of the line was 35 cents short. The cashier asked “Well, do you have the 35 cents lady?” Six handfuls of coins reached out to her in sync—everyone in line wanted to help, not only to move the line along faster, but to genuinely help. Humbled but embarrassed by our corporate act of kindness she declined our offers, took the loss and he closed the register, asking the woman in the scooter to get along. “Next?”We each waited for our turn at transacting and eventually, my four iced teas came to precisely $4. Change from my $5 bill, I kept the dollar in hand as I exited the store thinking how just minutes before, I’d turned down a 50 cent window wash from a man who wanted to work for it, yet gladly forked over four dimes for someone who couldn’t. It was one of those serendipity moments of humanity that cost me nothing but a cold iced tea and a buck for a guy who needed it a lot more than me. We all learned a lesson or two that day.

A better liar.

While filling my tank at the gas station, she came seeking change for hers, claiming it was on empty just down the street. I pulled out a $50 bill and said I’d fill her tank and even buy her a hot breakfast with the change but I just got off shift and need to call my partner who works this beat and has the gas can. She refused my offer and walked away. Turns out we were both wrong. She wasn’t really out of gas and I’m not really a cop, just a better liar.