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I thought I was going to put up a Facebook page and go anonymous but I was wrong.It didn’t work out that way at all.In the past 24 hours, I’ve changed my name three times and received over 60emails regarding changes in my status.I’ve also managed to piss off someone already and have been told [...]
Archive for the ‘Old Days’ Category
Lush Life
Posted: 10th November 2009 by ~m in Dreams, Family, God, Irish, Jazz music, Life, Music, Old Days, Personal, Sad, blues, chances, dark, deaths, prayer, twinsTags: Coltrane, deaths, Lush Life, Music, Old Days, questions, sad but true, Strayhorn, twins
Special dedication tonight as I recall a smoky dive from the 50’s called the ‘Waltz Club’ . . .
Long story and definitely not one for this blog.
I knew of one of the patron saints of the place, from what I’ve heard.
Sweet dreams, lady, sweet and smoky dreams
Maybe I’ll see you in them . . .
[11.9.09]
*I [...]
Oxblood
Posted: 15th October 2009 by ~m in Family, Imagine, Life, Love, Memoir, Old Days, Personal, Sad, Time, Truth, alzheimer's disease, shoes, weatherTags: deep, Love, Memoir, Old Days, parents, shoes
I hate wearing new shoes and I’m willing to bet that 99.999% of the male population does too.
They never feel right and by the end of the day you’re walking like Donald Duck after
sniffing glue and eating one too many Skittles.
Taste the rainbow of discomfort.
The only footwear that feels right to me the first time [...]
Roads
Posted: 8th September 2009 by ~m in Blogging, Imagine, Life, Old Days, Personal, Sad, Truth, chances, dark, empty, stormsTags: dark, Deep thoughts, farewell, Poetry, questions, Robert Frost
For me this post signifies many things:
loss,
discovery,
deletion,
pain,
expectations,
choices,
devil-is-in-the-details,
denial and
ultimately
The
truth . . .
Cryptic, I know and I apologize for my strange and mysterious ways.
The following poem has been used for many purposes over the years,
based on its various interpretations.
Methinks, that’s why it’s such a great piece of literature.
It spoke multitudes to me tonight.
If you’ve read it, read [...]
booK of liarS
Posted: 11th May 2009 by ~m in Angels, God, Insomnia, Mondays, Old Days, Or not, Personal, Sad, Sleep, Ugly, blues, dark, prayer, teethTags: Angels, dark, Life, Personal, prose, thoughts, Ugly
I close my eyes
trying to dream of something better than this
anything true, a slightly bruised honesty would do
Maybe it’s because nothing feels safe anymore
So I close my eyes
and dream of distant Norwegian lilies
of beautiful and colourful things, the slumbering truths of my past
Although nights of black rain are making it so hard to sleep
But I [...]
Indian Summer
Posted: 4th May 2009 by ~m in Angels, Beer, Cigars, Family, Food, Friends, God, Life, Memoir, Mondays, Old Days, Personal, Sacred, Truth, amazing, chances, weatherTags: Beer, Cape Cod, Cigars, Food, Friends, Life, Love, Memoir, sunshine
It was September of 2006 that I took a week off from work.
I planned on doing some things around the house, smoke some cigars and drink some Guinness.
I had a few extra days to play around with and decided to visit my friend Michael who lives on Cape Cod.
I left early on Tuesday morning and [...]
Jasper Dreams
Posted: 23rd April 2009 by ~m in Baseball, Cigars, Dreams, Family, Life, Love, Memoir, Old Days, Personal, Truth, alzheimer's disease, blues, chances, clothingTags: Alzheimers, Dreams, Family, Life, Love, Memoir, memories, Time
My father’s dresser stood roughly 5′ high and was made of a dark striped mahogany.
The handles were brushed bronze and made an interesting ‘clink’ after drawer was opened.
The most interesting thing was an item sitting on top of it;
a cast iron piggy bank that weighed about 3 lbs. with a lock on the underside of [...]
Bike
Posted: 21st April 2009 by ~m in Friends, Kids, Life, Love, Memoir, Old Days, Personal, Truth, guystuff, writingTags: bikes, Friends, Life, Love, Memoir, memories, Old Days, pain, youth
To look at it, you would think it was just another normal boy’s bicycle but I knew better.
It was an off-brand that my father bought at an old store in town and I so loved it.
Can’t remember the name for the life of me but it was mostly fireball red and the fenders
had a bit [...]