Let’s go back and be 17 for a few minutes as I relive a different kind of “senior” moment. Enjoy! The ’47Willys Jeep The summer of 1966 is when they

This is a story of my Grandfather and the last day i saw him on this earth. I think it was brought on by the stories Dad has told me

I needed to get to Tennessee. My Father had surgery on Monday and this was Friday and he wasn’t feeling well. All of his support people were leaving town to

I’m going to give you a break from mediocre poems today and post a story of The early fifties when the US and USSR were sending monkeys and dogs into

      Challenge me teacher, Tho I cry out in pain. Challenge me teacher, Tho I take your name in vain. Challenge me teacher, Thru thing I don’t understand.

Lonely   Singles they’re called and sometimes yuppies Spent youth fighting wars or just being hippies Former foes fighting a common enemy called lonely With booze and white powder their

      One left by plane One left by train Doesn’t matter They’re gone just the same   Everything changes the first Time that they leave Childhood vanishes in

      Old windmill still beckons Of decades past it reckons. A noble purpose it had Pumping life’s blood water for Granddad.   Livestock would gather day after day

      Here lies his body but his spirit is gone What he once was he’s passed on. He learned as he climbed life’s ladder The material thing doesn’t

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