I’m at the Salvation Army thrift store
standing in line to purchase a small
dresser I’d found to help organize
what is my clothing chaos.
And I see him.
If one were to judge him by appearance,
they might say he had run out of luck
long ago and spent much time amongst the
out of work and possibly even the homeless.… —-> Continue…
Whenever I used to call
someone on the phone
I would ask them;
“Is this a good
time to call ?”
or “Did I catch you
at a good time ?”
Now – I’m not exactly on the phone with you, but still…
Did I catch you at a good time ?… —-> Continue…
It’s hard to know where to begin.
Then again, it usually is – and that’s
the very reason I’m stopped so
many times from writing you.
So much to say – and so much in the way…
If it weren’t for that nail, tonight would be just another
missed opportunity to talk with you.… —-> Continue…
So, today I read this tidbit:
“FACT:
One of the only activities that activates,
stimulates, and uses the entire brain
IS MUSIC. ”
Such a powerful fact to be treated as casually
as we so often do in Life, wouldn’t you say?… —-> Continue…
I’d rather spend time playing Ping Pong with Dad in the garage.
When I was a kid, we had an Atari set, a Defender & Asteroids arcade game
(actual stand up arcade games!), and a pinball machine in the basement.
We even had satellite TV- one of the first in the area!… —-> Continue…
I heard these words tonight;
” Who are you to end a war?
I’m here to tell you
Who are you not to? “
Let that… simmer a bit.
Actually – let’s be real.
Who are you to end a war?… —-> Continue…
“Will you be a pallbearer?” he asked me.
I looked at him – not understanding the question.
A pallbearer is someone who helps carry a casket
at a funeral, and we weren’t having a funeral.
We were just… we were just here.… —-> Continue…
