Friday, August 14, 2020

As I Watch American Experience

 I can really see the difference between the eighties and the nineties. Went from a child to an adult in those years.

World poverty is still a common problem. I don't even think it is humanly solvable....I suspect only an apocalyptical event. In the words of Alfred P. Doolittle: "I don't have any morals; I can't afford them."


Monday, August 3, 2020

August Is Here!

At least a few things are open and I can have an enjoyable summer!

Summer 2021 I will probably have resumed work.

Just trying to keep hanging on...seems like I have been doing that forever.

Summer 1971 seemed to last forever; I was in between kindergarten and first grade.

A child's perspective....

Friday, July 10, 2020

July Post!

Here we are: hot summer and cruel summer.

I will be fifty-five years old this year.

I am currently "on sabbatical" from working and enjoying it.

In my opinion I have earned this break.

It's just a heck of a goshdarn shame that everything is currently closed!

Well at present things are gradually reopening.

Who would have thought this would happen?

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

CRUEL SUMMER

Cruel Summer
Hot summer streets
And the pavements are burning
I sit around
Trying to smile but
The air is so heavy and dry
Strange voices are saying
(What did they say?)
Things I can't understand
It's too close for comfort
This heat has got
Right out of hand
It's a cruel, (cruel), cruel summer
(Leaving me) leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, (it's a cruel), cruel summer
Now you're gone
It's a cruel, (cruel), cruel summer
(Leaving me) leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, (it's a cruel), cruel summer
Now you're gone
The city is crowded
My friends are away
And I'm on my own
It's too hot to handle
So I got to get up and go
It's a cruel, (cruel), cruel summer
(Leaving me) leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, (it's a cruel), cruel summer
Now you're gone
It's a cruel, (cruel), cruel summer
(Leaving me) leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, (it's a cruel), cruel summer
Now you're gone
You're always around
You found yourself
But now you're by yourself, waiting for me
I'm your self
I am the sun (leaving me)

The above definitely reflects my feelings re summer 2020. 

There is a pandemic and today would have been the fifty-sixth birthday of my "soulmate."

Thursday, June 18, 2020