Thursday, September 20, 2018

El Paso Rain September 20, 2018






The
sky's
tears
are
falling
down
my
window
pane
With
joy
or
sorrow
I am
not

sure.




IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND THE FALLING RAIN

Saturday, September 15, 2018

THE WOMAN WITH ONE EYE






A woman in dark clothing was playing the piano.
I was in Tuscon, Arizona, almost at the end of my brief hitchhiking adventure, never to hitchhike again.

*

The woman was playing something by Scarlatti.
I liked it, whatever it was called.
She came to the end of it.
She scooted around on the piano bench.
She was stunningly beautiful with one eye missing.
One word came to mind:

Picasso.



IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND THE WOMAN WITH ONE EYE


Thursday, September 06, 2018

VOLCANIC ANGER AND NUTTY AS A FRUITCAKE





NOTE: A hidden microphone recorded the following.


Yeah, this is Trump.
Where's my damn diet coke?
I asked for it 10 seconds ago.
There's no collusion.
Get Putin on the phone.
I need some immoral support.
Lock her up.
No collusion.
A kingdom for my horse.
So sad.
TREASON!”







IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND VOLCANIC ANGER





Saturday, August 25, 2018

GIRL WATCHING







I was thirteen or fourteen when I went with grandma Pat to her card games.
I set up chairs and tables.

*

I went to meet girls.
Well, at least to look at them.
Better to have tried and failed than never to have tried at all.

*

I don't know what kind of card games were played.
Maybe pinochle or bridge.

*

The big room was the size of a gymnasium, and was normally used by Holy Rollers to do their rolling around, and whatever else they did, holy or not.
I sure know one thing for sure, they made a loud racket.
I didn't care much for their religious practice.

*

I did all of my looking until it was time to leave.
I was too shy to go up and talk to any of the damsels.
But there was always a next time.






IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES CARD GAMES AND GIRL WATCHING


















Friday, August 03, 2018

ORIGIN OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM




Isaiah 45:12

I made the earth and created man on it; it was my hands that stretched out the heavens, and I commanded all their host.



http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-6020911/The-oldest-meteorite-4-65m-year-old-space-rock-reveal-secrets-solar-system.html



Some news can really burn you up.

Some old news, however, can be good news.

Not fake news, either.

We get plenty of that kind from Donald Trump, although he is the one who's always ranting and raving about fake news.

*

I wait every day for an explanation of how our solar system came about.

I get nervous waiting for answers.

Maybe this meteorite will do the trick.

Then I can get some sleep.





IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES OLD NEWS FAKE NEWS AND METEORITES




Tuesday, June 12, 2018

INTERNATIONAL HOUSE OF BURGERS













It's a sad day.
The International House of Pancakes is no longer the International House of Pancakes.
The pancakes have been replaced by burgers.


Don't we have enough burgers already?
Whoppers and Big Macs, Whataburgers and Carl's Jr.'s...

America is big, big burger country.
IHOP wasn't going to be left behind.
Forget those pancakes.
More burgers!
IHOB!


Of course, IHOB will still have its pancakes.
Maybe they'll even have hamburger pancakes.
Bon appetit!



IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND BURGERS!












Friday, June 01, 2018

LEE HARVEY AND THE CAMEL JOCK











I lived at home my first year of college.
I rode a bus to downtown Denver where I attended my freshman classes at University of Colorado extension.
The second year I left for Boulder.

*

I had done so well my first year that I was given a $500 dollar grant that I didn't need to pay back.
This was 1967.
$500.00 in 1967 had the same buying power as $3,746.57 in 2018.
{SOURCE: DOLLAR TIMES}

*

I went to Boulder to live in a dorm.
I wouldn't know who my roommate was for a few days.
His name was Michael Gould, from San Fernando, California.
He had a girlfriend back in San Fernando.

*

If I was a nerd, then Michael was a jock, easy-going, with a sense of humor.
We got along.
Especially after I wrote a couple of his Freshman English papers.
His English teacher was the wife of my Shakespeare professor.

*

I lived on the ninth floor of what is even to this day the tallest building in Boulder, Colorado.
It was called Williams Village.
Today it's called Stearns Tower.
It's fifteen stories tall.

*

My tution paid for breakfast and dinner.
The food wasn't too bad.
One time at dinner, we were served enchiladas.
I remember I also had jello.
I proceeded to cut up my enchiladas and jello into small pieces.
One of the guys who lived on the same floor as me asked, “Do you cut up everything that you eat?
I replied, “Yes.”
He shook his head, which at this time was dripping wet from all of the hot sauce he had put on his enhiladas.
I forget his name, but he is the tallest man I've ever seen except for the famous Corn King.
He kept a lot of guns in his dorm room's closet.
He sometimes warned other card players when they made him mad that he would go get one of his guns.
I thought that was funny.
The guns' triggers were safety-locked, and he never went to get one.

*

On Saturdays I watched one TV program in the dorm's Recreation Room:
Laugh In.
I didn't smoke or drink.
I never went to any parties.
No wonder I didn't have any friends.

*

Well, I did go to one party.
A beer keg party.
I can't remember who took me to the keg party, or who brought me back to the dorm.
I borrowed one of the dorm's graduate student's John Hopkins pewter mug, and was warned not to lose it.
I'm lucky I didn't lose or forget it.
I was very inebriated when I left the party.
I went crazy when I got into the dorm's elevator...yelling and kicking.
When I finally made it to my room, I turned on the lights, and promptly went to my sleeping roommate and tried to push him off his bed. He sat up and lifted his right arm with a closed fist, ready to sock me, but then
started to laugh.
Lucky for me.

*

I didn't get to know anyone on my floor of the dorm, or for that matter anyone at the university.
Michael and I didn't speak to each other very much.
I spent most of my time in the library away from all social interference.

*

Two of the dorm tenants became known as camel jock and lee harvey.
Camel jock had a moustache, and was from the Middle East.
Lee harvey looked like Lee Harvey Oswald.
I thought both didn't deserve these titles, but they took it all in fun, at least on the outside.

*

Nothing happened that was very exciting, except for the night that the male students snuck into the dorm of the female students, and sprayed their doors with whipping cream.
That was about it.
Then I moved somewhere else.



IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND DORM LIFE