On Losing Three Trees in a Blizzard

(Sung to the tune of Johnny Nash’s “I Can See Clearly Now”)

I can see clearly now the trees are gone
I can see all the snow still on my roadway
Gone are the gorgeous pines that blocked my view
Gonna be a bright, bright front lawn someday

Rob wanted all those trees down years ago
I told him, “Oh no, honey, it’s privacy!”
Gone are those gorgeous pines that blocked our view
Gonna be a bright, bright front lawn I see

Look straight ahead, I can now see 590
Look all around, I can see blue skies!
My lawn will be dry…dry…

I can see clearly now the trees are gone
Thanks to my neighbor they have all disappeared
Got lots of pine if someone wants it now
Gonna have a bright, bright front lawn this year!


On Being Honest

I’ve pulled some real doozies in my lifetime, where I was afraid to go home to my Mom and say, “Mom, I screwed up.”

But, eventually, when I’ve screwed up, I’ve had to go to my Mom and say, “Mom, I screwed up.”

It was painful, but she was always there to help me get through it, and she hugged me, and she loves me to this day.

I think it’s time some politicians, both former and current, come home and say, “Mom, I screwed up.”

I have no poker face, and I really suck at lying. So it really sticks in my craw when I see a paid politician stand in front of a television camera and lie to the American people.

If I can’t even lie to my own mother, why in hell should I pay for an elected official to do so?

A Suggestion to U.S. School Boards

I’m hesitant to speak out about the Florida school shooting, especially since I haven’t read every news account, but, I’d like to make a suggestion to school boards across the US. I suggest that if a student is found to have concerning posts on social media and/or threatening encounters with other students or teachers, rather than simply expelling the student, please consider offering that student free counseling by a valid psychologist. Give that student an opportunity to work out their feelings with someone who is qualified and offers a confidential setting. It would be a small expense that could save many lives.

Living History

When I was a kid, my favorite time of the year was summer. My second favorite time of the year was fall.

In the summer and at Thanksgiving, I was lucky enough to go on road trips with my family, to visit Vermont, New Hampshire, and Virginia.

I got to see my beloved cousins and enjoy the great outdoors while camping and visiting resorts, thanks to our grandfather.

One of our trips was to Manassas Battlefield when I was pretty young. I remember there being a lot of walking, and a lot of bugs.

Whenever we all, as a family, got to one of the monuments at Manassas, I just wanted to rest. But the joy of pushing a button on an interactive display kept me going. I push the button, and someone speaks!

When I pushed the button, a tired voice would come out of the monument, a tired man tired of battles would speak to me, and tell me to turn my head and look around at the ground on which he fought. He’d tell me exactly what he saw, that day, that time, way back when. He’d tell me what hardships he went through, and how doubtful he was about his chances to survive.

Living history.

I would hate to see the day that any of us Americans turn our back on history, no matter how much we might not like it.

I would hate to see the day when we silence the voices of those who walked this earth before we did.

I would hate to stop learning and trying to seek answers, when that should be our sole purpose here on earth.

Hey Now

In case anyone forgot, in the heat of the moment, our duly elected President is our duly elected President.

I’m all for world federation stuff so long as it’s Star Trek I’m watching, on TV,  but so far, we’re still a planet of nations and we’re not quite global yet.

Our nation deserves its voice, and a leader.  A duly-elected leader, which is what Donald Trump is.

You know, I read Real Clear Politics daily.  I like the site, because it gives me news feeds from  both sides, every day.  I like that balanced stuff, because I’m a Libra and I like my news fair and balanced.

I strive to keep an open mind.

I hope everyone does.

But, gosh.  I’m beginning to think there are a lot of open minds out there who might be under some bad influences, and I’m beginning to see a lot of people wanting to tell me that what I’m seeing is influenced by people who want me to see bad things, when in actuality the people I want to trust are just trying to influence me and keep me entertained and get my vote in line every four years.

I’m beginning to feel just plain influenced. And turned off.

And that’s scary.

What I keep faith in is my belief in good people.  People who have worked hard to make good things.

People who have shaped us all, and made us want to be productive.

People who have taught us things and reminded us of things that we might sometimes forget, in the heat of the moment, or in times of desperation.

People like Abraham Lincoln, and George Washington, and FDR.

We have a history.  A history of good government, of good governing.

A history of being open-minded, yes. A history of leaders who took new roads when they had to…roads that led us to new places.

That history matters and should teach us to be open to new paths…open to people, and presidents, who want to build new paths.

We have a new president who is building a new path.

Let us give him time to form it.  Let us give him time to show us how he wants to lead us there.

Please, let us try to work with him, instead of against him, in an effort to maintain what is good about us as a country.

Can we at least try to do that, together?

This is Cancer

It took a good man.  A big, strong, solid, vibrant, loving man.

It took him, and knocked the wind out of his sails.  Drained his big, strong, solid, vibrant, loving body and weakened it, day by slow, excruciating day.

Took his pride.  Took his feelings.  Took his hopes and wishes away, and left him hollow.

With skeletal eyes, it made him gaze at me.  Causing constant pain, it led him to hold my hand and say nothing.

A beautiful man was taken out.

A man that was loved and was loving.

Pancreatic cancer grows, like a silence.

A death sentence that makes no sense.

A sentence that took away a whole book of a life.

This is cancer.