The re run (Short Story) - 5/1/2020 9:01:51 AM
An interesting take on a long past obsession with the TV show, Dragnet, and what people are concerned about these days with people who are antisocial and on the Internet conjuring up conspiracies against whatever they seem to not like. You might say, a blast from the past! ;-)
Very well written and with a nice twist. An old story that reflects on society today.
Ron
The re run (Short Story) - 5/1/2020 4:12:15 AM
Tim's journal entries raised concerns. Imagine the hard drive data of authors who research the most gruesome stuff in the name of authenticating fiction. Why, we wouldn't harm a fly.
Taking some vacation pictures (Short Story) - 12/15/2019 5:00:01 AM
I'm confused because of a previous Melanie and Richard story based on their chance meeting after high school.
Taking some vacation pictures (Short Story) - 12/1/2019 9:50:35 AM
This story reminds me of another one that you may have written where two young people who missed each other met on an observation deck. I believe, it was a while ago.
You reminded me of the years I spent as a bachelor going to sites all over wishing I had someone to share it with. When I could I took pictures and lost a few along the way for various reasons. And I certainly like classic cars. Drove one for 20 years. As for coincidence, I met my wife had our twentieth high school reunion. We hit it off romantically like your couple, but our marriage didn't work out when our work lifestyles were so much different.
Ron
Good morning, Mrs. Davidson (Short Story) - 10/16/2019 3:55:18 AM
I'm glad it was just a dream. Otherwise, I had some harsh words for both Melanie and Richard because no job is worth the separation anxiety from a loved one.
Good morning, Mrs. Davidson (Short Story) - 10/15/2019 8:56:25 AM
A good premise. Made me recall two romances. First, my girlfriend who left California for a trip around the world, working as a nurse, for a year, and then, never returned, but returned to her home in Saskatoon, marrying a schoolteacher. Leaving me quite melancholy for much of the time. My infatuation in junior high school never really blossomed into a romance. But we were still in touch recently.. I knew my ex-wife in junior high school, but it wasn't until our twentieth reunion from high school that she came into my life for a brief, three year period of romance and marriage.
Unfortunately, I stumbled through the entire story. There were so many errors and strange, or over-the-top, adjectives that it made reading difficult.
Ron
The diagnosis (Short Story) - 10/12/2019 11:16:49 AM
Brings awareness to the fact that post-stress syndrome can happen to anyone, particularly after a very horrendous, emotional thing happens in one's life that can't be controlled like watching loved ones burn to death and hear them screaming in a house or car, unable to save them. There are many other ways as well. Real life horror stories.
There are quite a few errors that good editing could clear up.
Ron
It started one summer’s day on State Street (Short Story) - 8/25/2019 9:45:28 AM
Déjà vu. I met my first wife and only at our 20th high school reunion. She went steady throughout high school and I hardly noticed her. She married another man and was happily divorced when we met and clicked right away. Unfortunately, the honeymoon was over in three years when she had to get back, "home," to Wisconsin with her friends and relatives.
Much better than your earlier stories filled with conversation. The description was outstanding in its detail. BTW, my brother's ex-first wife lives in Elgin. He lived in St. Charles for about 10 years and worked in the Chicago area until he moved to Elkhart to be with his second wife.
I'm with Eva. Even at 20 years out from high school I recognized most of my classmates of the class of 121. She could have changed that much. I also detected a bit of biography in this. We all as writers draw from our own experience. I was a rather bad teacher as an instructor and professor, partly because my heart wasn't really in it, wanting to be a jet pilot instead. ;-)
Ron
It started one summer’s day on State Street (Short Story) - 8/25/2019 3:49:47 AM
For someone with Melanie Beck on the brain years after graduating from Baylor Heights, I'm findng it hard to believe he wouldn't recognize her. Even more baffling, after their discussion on the bus, he can't believe she is one and the same MB after handing him her card.
Otherwise, a very realistic portrayal of two lovelorn individuals post-grad.
Downhill feelings--and other cries for help (Short Story) - 4/28/2019 8:54:30 AM
A very detailed and tense situation of high school drama and the typical, bullying. Maybe autobiographical. Not really my kind of interest in reading. But something that high school students might be interesting in reading, based on their own experiences.
Ron
Horace Graham (Short Story) - 3/3/2019 9:04:19 AM
a tale just as relevant today
budd
Horace Graham (Short Story) - 3/1/2019 8:46:43 AM
Kudos! A great fable for our time. Horace exhibits all the symptoms of future shock (Alvin Toffler). I would agree that it is middle-management that suffers the greatest of this psychological phenomenon. Stuck in jobs they don't like, or forced into early retirement because they are unable to keep up with current changes in the workplace, stick in the muds vote and tend to inhibit progress.
Ron
Horace Graham (Short Story) - 3/1/2019 3:49:34 AM
The world is passing Horace Graham by.
Maddie’s lullaby (Short Story) - 10/26/2018 8:21:08 AM
A touching story about letting go and moving on when a youngster loses her mother. I like the story and the way it was written. Using the twist, from The 12th of Never was clever. A couple of very small errors… "She[n] then began to quietly…"
I was a sophomore in high school with my twin brother when our twin brothers were born. My sister was probably in the seventh grade. The difference is my sister did not lose her mother. Being the only girl, she was asked to do household tasks like watching my younger brothers and having to deal both with our mother and our grandmother, staying with us. She couldn't wait to leave the house and married at 17. She now has three boys of her own and grandchildren.
Ron
Maddie’s lullaby (Short Story) - 10/26/2018 3:22:26 AM
I imagine Sally feels just as displaced as Maddie.
Melanie Beck (Short Story) - 10/13/2018 2:27:37 AM
Just my opinion: I'd read this if you presented it in shorter segments.
Melanie Beck (Short Story) - 10/11/2018 9:14:03 AM
OhIt is a bit rough and overly long. I skipped over some of the sections talking about old classmates and etc. I couldn't figure out why the two didn't know that they were classmates before high school much earlier. I married my high school classmate 20 years after. But then, I met her at our reunion. We loved touring places like your couple. But she grew homesick for Wisconsin and we divorced.
Part of the landscape is quite familiar to me. My twin brother moved to Elgin to take a vice president job at a small firm making chiropractic beds. His 18 year marriage was on the rocks so he divorced. He lost that vice president job and returned to his international consulting firm. He bought a condo on the Fox River and commuted mostly to O'Hare by limousine and not the train to Chicago. After six years he found love again with an Elkhart, Indiana, girl and moved there. After 25 years, she died four years ago in a tragic accident, falling from a balcony staircase. He is back dating again.
I found quite a few typos and strange errors like, "He woke up looking at the roof [ceiling] of a motel room." Conversation was quite good and moved along better than description. It was just too long, for some reason.
Ron
Your mystery lady called (Short Story) - 5/6/2018 3:18:43 AM
Seems to me Richard should have more initiative in looking up the lady of his life, eh? That may be why the girl got away.
Your mystery lady called (Short Story) - 5/5/2018 1:30:08 PM
I don't have much memory of junior high school, except that most of those students were the same as my senior high school graduating friends. So, I got a bit caught up in the characters and probably would have to reread it to see who was who and where Richard (Rick?) was located. And, I'm not a sports fan. Making the school number one in the state in football didn't seem to have revelance to the story. Except, perhaps, that Rick wasn't a jock.
I seem to have forgotten the previous story in the interim or I would remember more about the old man.
Well written and I'm sure may be a reflection of your own life.
Ron
The old man in the stands (Short Story) - 7/22/2017 8:01:50 AM
My father used to have his ear to the radio listening to those play-by-plays that were sometimes made more dramatic by fiction until television allowed everybody to see the ball sometimes in grainy black-and-white. In fact, Dad often had one game on the radio and another on television at the same time so that he could keep track of both games.
Kevin Costner is on to other projects but that movie caught everyone's attention. I'm not the ball fan that my father was, but I have been to some rather slow and uninteresting games with the Astros here in Houston. I also had a good friend in Herb Morrison (the Hindenburg) with one of those broadcast voices that were so easy to listen to. He worked for WLS in Chicago and may have covered baseball along with breaking news.
Ron
The old man in the stands (Short Story) - 7/21/2017 3:51:44 AM
Salutations to AuthorPoet Steve Joos.
I wish You a healthy and creative weekend!
I have enjoyed the reading of "The old man in the stands".
I will visit again soon.
In reverent appreciation,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
The Future---in seven words (Short Story) - 10/12/2016 4:43:28 AM
I would call this humor rather than fantasy because of its irony. And I wouldn't call it prompt because prompt has a different meaning from being brief, abbreviated, short or succinct.
You may recall that there was a variety show on the order of the Ed Sullivan Show that was launched in September 1975 called, Saturday Night by Howard Cosell on ABC. Opening night he had the Bay City Rollers with their one hit wonder, Saturday Night, hoping to cash in like Sullivan did with the Beatles. That night was a bomb and so was the show, canceled in January 1976. In October, NBC launched Saturday Night Live and, the rest is history.
It's easy to write about the future when it's already happened. Mark Twain did it in A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court in 1889.
Ron
Season's greetings-2022 (Article) - 12/24/2022 9:53:14 AM
Thank you for your greeting. I always plan an annual letter that I send out to family and friends. But it seems like it gets later every year with all that I'm keeping so busy with.
From what I read of you, I hope the new year will be better in your writing will shine.
Ron
Season's greetings (Article) - 12/26/2021 8:38:57 AM
And I would like to return the good wishes.
I am overflowing with exuberant excess… Primarily in love and great food. Escaped all the variations of coronavirus so far and have been quite productive completing two books and having two of my short stories in an anthology. Hope to be as productive next year, but with articles in more short stories but not with books for now.
Ron
Juice notes for Their memories followed me on vacation (Article) - 5/7/2018 2:22:14 PM
I don't know where the poem is, but two red 1955 Thunderbirds played a tangential role in my life. Our high school valedictorian set directly in front of me in homeroom. She was moved up to senior from junior status after three years studying in France. I didn't know her before she left town. Her father, described as an industrialist, drove a red 1955 Thunderbird around town.
My twin brother and I were separated in the New Men's Dorm (it was two years old and had not been named yet) by two floors, because he registered for school I did. Looking out the window from the fourth floor with his roommate to be parents, he saw a neat 1955 Red Thunderbird drive by below. And said so. The parents' answered, "That's our son."
Later, while we were building our homecoming bonfire, I got to ride in the T-Bird around the quarter-mile dirt horse track at 90 miles an hour.
Ron
A recent cab ride (Article) - 4/20/2018 6:58:35 AM
Tragedies can make for bestsellers and movies if they are written well. Example, Love Story. But for the most part, most people are not interested in the writer's sob stories.
Ron
My favorite car years (Article) - 2/12/2018 2:01:24 AM
Gotta love the vintage T-birds!
My favorite car years (Article) - 2/10/2018 11:19:17 AM
From what I read, you seem to be more inclined toward the garish. Actual years and cars that no one bought because they were ugly.
The best car year? 1957. While you rave about 1958 "chrome kings" like the Buick, the excess in trim and stilted lines of formerly better designed cars made the 50s less desirable. I owned a 57 Ford sedan that had been bought earlier brand-new by my father. I got a lot of compliments because it was black and that gold anodized accent was spellbinding when the car was gleaming from a good wax job. The 1957 Desoto that I owned was the epitome of the forward look and the semi engine was a real sleeper with good gas mileage. The only thing better was the 1957 Chrysler 300. But I do agree with you with the Imperial. And the 1960 Starliner, so underrated.
Throughout all the years, certain cars stand out like the 1932 Ford. And I was in love with the 51 Studebaker. When my dad bought a brand-new 1952 Ford Victoria hardtop.
Perhaps the all-time most favorite car of any year was 1957 Chevy. I enjoyed beating them in drag races with my 57 Ford. But my 1966 Toronado was my all time sleeper drag racer. No substitute for its front wheel traction and cubic inches. The only thing it lacked was disc brakes.
Ron
Juice notes: A Trio of Teen Tragedies (Article) - 7/14/2017 6:30:31 AM
This introduction is all I see, so you may have failed again. I have no problem posting here in all the sections. It may be that your software is a bit incompatible with the MS Word capability at AD.
I would suggest, that you Save As the document you want to post in an older version (.txt, .doc or.rtf) rather than.docx that is standard secure format for MS Word these days.
Ron
The Mad Historian’s fearless quiz answer (Article) - 1/20/2017 5:27:36 AM
I may have answered "Checkmate" because I never heard of it. Maybe because I didn't have a local CBS station at that time. Actually, I was in high school until 1961 and we did watch the CBS station. But as a senior in high school I was very active most nights and probably wasn't home and that show was on. In the fall of 61 I went off to college without a TV until my grandmother gave me a used one in 1971.
If Checkmate was aired in 1060 I doubt if anyone saw it. Hell, the Magna Carta had been even signed yet, granting the British people the right to own TVs. ;-)
Ron
Why did The Flintstones light up? (Article) - 1/13/2017 6:42:45 AM
You certainly have great first-hand knowledge of television and cigarette company sponsorship in this interesting article. I enjoyed a bit of the Flintstones antics before I went off to college in 1961. After that I had no access to television except to watch Hullabaloo, and occasionally, Dick Clark's Saturday show, because my only interest was to keep up with pop singers and groups at the time.
For some reason, I kept thinking of Ronald Reagan's sponsorship of cigarettes. He was very good at it. I also remember the cigarette culture, breathing in my father's cigarette smoke at the card table and even attending meetings where everyone smoked around the table and in their offices continually while working.
And I wondered, how the Winston Cup sponsorship of NASCAR continued for so long, replaced only a couple of years ago. No NASCAR driver in his right mind would smoke.
I think the statute of limitations probably would eliminate the possibility of litigation. Maybe not.
Ron
The Mad Historian’s fearless quiz (Article) - 12/27/2016 8:17:53 AM
I guess it's something to do during the after Christmas fat burning blues. But, I am very bad at trivia and will pass on this one. In the meantime, my hair is messed up, have Kookie lend me his comb.
Ron
Broadway Arms providing pathway to independence for the disabled (Article) - 11/23/2016 11:10:14 AM
Broadway Arms certainly does seem to be a very good facility supported by the state of Illinois and the federal government. What is important in these facilities is to provide the clients with as much independence as is possible, depending upon the various limitations that disability brings.
For me, until my resources run out, I prefer to hire people who work for me and take care of me in my home rather than use these very fine, but limiting government resources group living.
Ron
MFB's dedication,variety of healthy choices appreciated by Lewistown pantri (Article) - 10/6/2016 6:58:40 AM
With no other recourse for those who have no income and find that food stamps are inadequate, food banks and other charities fill in the gaps left by tightening budgets that prevent government from completely serving everyone in need.
You are doing a great service, especially when you reach out as far away as the victims of hurricane Matthew. Temporary help like this can get those areas back on their feet rather than have the people evacuate to unknown futures and other places.
Thank you for your work and posting this article.
Ron
Grand Detour (Poetry) - 9/4/2020 11:22:30 AM
i've known many places like this
Looking back, wondering forward (Poetry) - 6/10/2020 7:39:23 AM
I'm not sure exactly what you're driving at, but we must not make the same historical mistake over and over. And the only way to do that is to learn from history the lessons that it teaches us. It is easy for history to be revised, especially in schoolbooks to meet the needs of certain political factions, making it less realistic, but sometimes, supposedly, patriotic like the honesty of George Washington and the apple tree and other stories that basically, are untrue but taught to school children.
If young people were ignorant of Abraham Lincoln, it is our fault for not sharing the truth with them. As for dreamers and those that speak and write of dreams, they are the ones that shape the future, righting wrongs and pointing the way to the right way of doing things. When comparing 1968 violence to the violence of 2020, 2020 has been much less violent and more understanding, then 1968 ever was. Much of that violence came from the legislation of 1965 not being fulfilled quickly.
We've come a long way, and have a long way yet to go. But we'll get there. Like Martin Luther King said, to the promised land, right here on terra firma earth.
Ron
What if I would tell you? (Poetry) - 5/10/2020 8:44:45 AM
Men always find it always find it harder to say those words, "I love you." I have always found it hard to use those words, unless I really meant it. It is possible to use them glibly without really meaning it.
Your poem shows clearly the angst many have about those three little words.
Ron
And when will we do this? (Poetry) - 2/5/2020 10:29:28 AM
A fine case of procrastination. I actually enjoy doing my taxes with two rules: Number 1: do your taxes as soon as you have all of the information. If you have a refund coming, file it electronically if you can and get your refund before someone steals your Social Security number getting your refund before you do. Number 2: if you find that you don't have a refund, wait until April 15 and then send in a paper copy with your check.
If you are too lazy or too stupid to follow those rules, I can't help you. The IRS will love taking you through the weeds.
Ron
And when will we do this? (Poetry) - 2/5/2020 9:47:45 AM
Never do today what can be postponed until tomorrow. As they say, if it wasn't for the last minute, I wouldn't get anything done.
I have a few questions (Poetry) - 12/13/2019 11:38:05 AM
More like boring…
To the bank.
Held up the manager.
Cut into the vault with a blowtorch.
Escaped with the cash and jewels.
Ron
When we write about tomorrow (Poetry) - 11/11/2019 7:46:34 AM
Tomorrow is more of a longing than a reality. So I guess procrastination fits it quite well. Like the old Spanish song goes… Mañana, Mañana is good enough for me!
Ron
Suffer the little children (Poetry) - 9/13/2019 11:47:21 AM
You have just pointed out the hypocrisy of so-called, Christians. Their religion's title begins with Christ and that's about where it ends for most of them. Those who are truly Christlike, are very few.
Ron
Suffer the little children (Poetry) - 9/13/2019 7:47:08 AM
What's happening is just another way of how people twist their religion around to suit their own views and needs.
A Trio of Teen Tragedies (Poetry) - 7/21/2017 4:08:02 AM
An exquisite narrative poem I have read. "A Trio of Teen Tragedies" leads one to cerebrate on passages of young times.
Wisdom, peace and Bliss.
In reverent appreciation,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
A Trio of Teen Tragedies (Poetry) - 6/27/2017 9:24:21 AM
Yes, those songs still resonate with their clear messages of heartbreak and loss. We felt like it was happening to us, just knowing that Mack the Knife was back in town was scary and realistic, especially in those agonizing teenage years when finding love was hard to get.
A poem that brings back memories is a keeper.
Ron
A Trio of Teen Tragedies (Poetry) - 6/27/2017 1:05:11 AM
Reading your poem brought back lyrics to the Shangrilas' "Leader of the Pack" which spawned "Leader of the Laundromat" by the Trashmen.
Little Deli Donna's (Poetry) - 6/16/2017 7:50:18 AM
I like the vivid description followed by the cute revelation at the end.
Got me thinking about those strangely foreign restaurants that I've been in during my travels in the kind of food and ambience delivered.
My cousin out in California opened one in the shopping center called, The Gingham Gal. It lasted only a short time when her stepson and his wife's management drove it into the ground.
Ron
Little Deli Donna's (Poetry) - 6/16/2017 12:52:59 AM
You can't beat the ambience of those old-time restaurants--unpretentious and unassuming.
Goodbye Frances Gumm-2017 (Poetry) - 5/26/2017 10:21:19 PM
What a nice tribute to one of Hollywood's non-glamor ladies who projected charm, and youth, and innocence like few others have ever done. Gone too soon.
Goodbye Frances Gumm-2017 (Poetry) - 5/26/2017 5:49:30 AM
She could sing like an angel and captured our hearts. It is too bad that the Hollywood life swallowed her up like so many others.
Ron
The patriot’s dilemma (Poetry) - 5/19/2017 8:50:25 AM
My mother was a housewife working many menial jobs for extra money. She was a Republican and always voted that way, including the last election. My father was a truck driver, union member and a declared Democrat. He never voted. He's been dead for the last three elections so he certainly didn't vote those.
The middle of America has fallen for the convenience of letting others do things political for them. An intelligent, informed, and educated electorate would never have fallen for the PT Barnum charade that the populist candidate pulled on them. The problem of the tall, assured independent thinker/actor is a myth not the reality. Most of the electorate is completely ignorant of what is really necessary, bound up in their lives of self-indulgence.
I agree with Michael 100%.
Ron
The patriot’s dilemma (Poetry) - 5/19/2017 5:39:40 AM
We'll never know what might have been if it had gone the other way. All I know, is that the most abysmal choice of candidates has given us the most abysmal of presidencies. We need to get rid of the gerrymandering of districts that has given us the partisan politics of today, and get back to the middle and compromise. Personally, I think that the tea party and the freedom caucus are among the the worst thing to happen in politics. And then throw Fox news into the equation, and you have the ideology problems we have been seeing over the last decade.
The men of courage (Poetry) - 5/17/2017 9:03:46 AM
There are far more who will easily follow the wrong path… The wrong leader… An ideology rather than their keen observation, unfortunately. So we need to provide young people with stories of courage and what it really is.
Unfortunately, the heroes in most of the literature and media are caricatures rather than reality. Living up to those stereotypes of what courage is can be nearly impossible.
Ron
The men of courage (Poetry) - 5/17/2017 5:25:38 AM
And do we ever need that courage right now.
The men of courage (Poetry) - 5/17/2017 1:48:06 AM
it is just as you say here
The men of courage (Poetry) - 5/17/2017 1:44:31 AM
Those great men that went before us gave us much to emulate, make love not hate, thanks for sharing, dear poet xo
The House of the Chevy Classics (Poetry) - 5/16/2017 5:46:21 PM
This sounds like a place to include on my bucket list on my cross country trip if it should ever materialize...-e-
The House of the Chevy Classics (Poetry) - 5/15/2017 7:11:50 AM
I happened to go to a Mecum auction a couple of years ago where the lowest mileage 1967 Corvette ever found was sold for $265,000. It seems like these days those classic cars are back in a big way for those 10%ers with cash to burn.
I wonder if all these "buy America Detroit freaks even know that Chevrolet is a French name… ;-)
Ron
The dinner table (Poetry) - 12/2/2016 10:32:32 AM
Like I wrote in the poem… Let Us Prey…
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=18909&authorid=3918
Ron
The dinner table (Poetry) - 12/1/2016 6:02:58 PM
Interesting poetry, gives one time to think.
Your local authorized dealer (Poetry) - 8/27/2016 4:52:44 PM
I could have sworn I had previously commented on this or at the very least read it, but here I am, and I remember all those old TV ads but I was always just racing to get back to the show, the hell with cars as when I was younger I was into boats till I got my drivers license, then came the love affair with every car I ever owned & named, right up to and including my current little girl, her name being Whonda Rhonda,the Whonder Honda...-e-
Your local authorized dealer (Poetry) - 8/8/2016 7:35:08 AM
You sure brought back memories with this one!! I had three older brothers and they lived beneath the hoods of cars. 'Always had a bunch of their friends in the yard working on cars as well. Gun read!!!
Love ya!
Jane
Your local authorized dealer (Poetry) - 8/7/2016 7:10:35 PM
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Your local authorized dealer (Poetry) - 8/7/2016 12:20:54 PM
AT 71 I HAVE 'NEVER' DRIVEN, SOMETHING THAT'S ALMOST UNHEARD OF THESE DAYS, AS IS SOME OF THE CARS THAT YOU MENTIONED. GREAT NOSTALGIA AND INFO TOO...ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH.
Your local authorized dealer (Poetry) - 8/7/2016 8:27:25 AM
A whole lot of nostalgia and certainly jog my memory with these sponsored television shows. While we think of those Detroit iron as somehow much better than today, it just plain isn't true. My father turned suspicious of his cars if their odometer exceeded 30,000 miles and/or they were over two years old. In our country, in the north, by that time they were rusted hulks anyway, and nearly impossible to fix.
Today, largely because of the Japanese (my brother will the Germans) our cars are much more durable, efficient, and long-lasting with much fewer maintenance stops.
Today's car ads feature sauve movie stars like McConnaughhay cruising in luxury down the endless highway of smooth, powerful and rich comfort afforded by Cadillac, the winner of the 1901 interchangeable parts contest in London the employer of Ford and the undeniable standard for quality for over 119 years… If you could afford it. That's why Ford made the powerful V-8 car that everyone could buy every two years to keep up with the Jones.
Ron
Tastes of Chicago (Poetry) - 5/2/2016 7:13:55 AM
Interesting travelogue in a poem. It was a rather different Chicago when we visited relatives there in the early 50s. I only recall the zoo and the Chicago River that looked like either mud or number two in the heat of an August without air-conditioning.
My knowledge of Chicago food was the end of the helicopter trip from O'Hare to Midway where I saw literally nothing of the Chicago skyline. Waiting for my plane to Paducah, I bought a vending machine bratwurst and discovered that it was a pale, yellowish gray. It didn't have the colorful look of the Wisconsin variety. Tasted like the hotdog that it was.
While I have driven "the loop" many times, I have never taken the time to check in on Oprah or visit the mobster restaurants or the home of Da Bears.
Ron
The Nation's Stations on Doomsday (Poetry) - 4/21/2016 8:38:51 AM
You have painted a wonderful picture of the way things were before the dire news of JFK's death overwhelm the media. Local news is much different and the same today, only it comes at us faster and always striving for the most viewer or listenership.
At that time I was in college and only listened to rock 'n roll and watched a couple of rock 'n roll related television shows like Hullabaloo.
Ron
The Nation's Stations on Doomsday (Poetry) - 4/20/2016 4:50:35 AM
I have enjoyed the reading of "The Nation's Stations on Doomsday", a poetic golden page.
Healthy creative blssed week may You enjoy, Poet Steve Joos!
In reverenr appreciation,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
There is a Memory Lane (Poetry) - 6/30/2014 6:18:10 AM
The story of small-town America, bypassed by the Interstate, and plundered by Walmart.
But the tourist industry thrives and persuades tourists to seek out haunts like this… the ghosts of America past.
Ron
I've come to the conclusion that the problem may be a result of having a guest or trial membership. This is one question that should be raised in the Roundtable and solved.
There is a Memory Lane (Poetry) - 6/29/2014 4:24:34 PM
There is a Memory Lane in each of us, and is so precious that we would go back there from time to time, even in our dreams.
As for the line breaks and format:
If you want to have line breaks, make sure to disable the den's "toolbar/editor" before you paste your poem to the den.
You can still correct this poem now by pressing "Shift" and the "Enter" keys on the place where you need to put a line break. For double line breaks just press "Shift" and "Enter" twice.
Hope this helps.
Sandie
P.S. I've never used the den's "Toolbar/editor". I have this disable all the time, and my poems and stories are appearing fine.
A lost portrait of the old sod (Poetry) - 6/22/2014 6:41:11 AM
This certainly is a romp through the history of golf that I'm sure golf aficionados will enjoy.
My twin brother plays his golf in the Elkhart area and is losing his municipal golf course for lack of funds.
I will send this on to my golf playing brothers.
Your poem is a difficult to read…
The AD editor does not like complex (hidden) formatting in Microsoft Word. I usually save my document in something with less format, like text (.txt) or rich text (.rtf) before copying, and then make sure that I use a "special" paste in my browser. I use, "Paste and Match Style" in Safari to get my story to look like it was originally formatted.
Ron
Pieces of Wisconsin (Poetry) - 5/16/2014 10:13:27 AM
They don't call it, "Escape to Wisconsin" for nothin'. Brought back memories. Although I didn't get to really know Milwaukee until I left and never got to know Green Bay, my digs were grade school days in the slums of Wausau (saw Elroy Hirsch gather up kids and take them into a free movie--his movie) and the hick town of my high school days, Marshfield. Yes, Wisconsin had a lot to offer and still does.
Thanks for the memories…
Ron
Burt, the girls and me (Poetry) - 5/16/2014 10:07:27 AM
I was in California when I very well knew "… The way to San Jose." But I can see that you related to Bert and Hal's songs far more than I. I was shaped more by Simon and Garfunkel with their "I Am a Rock" and "Sounds of Silence." Also by everything by the Beatles and especially, "Hey Jude," because the way I tried to reach out to my sister Judy. And finally, the whole rock 'n roll revolution and the psychedelic rock that I immerse myself in, in that milieu that the Eagles called "Hotel California."
Ron
What the World needs now? (Poetry) - 5/14/2014 7:47:12 AM
I liked this article. When I was that age, my mother arranged kissing parties for my twin brother and I with some of the cutest girls around. While I didn't know what love was, it sure changed my libido! I was a bit older than you when Burt wrote that lilting tune and Dionne sang it like I knew the way to San Jose. Somehow, those songs got through my rock 'n roll mind and endured. Thanks for the memories.
Ron
What the World needs now? (Poetry) - 5/14/2014 2:54:01 AM
There are so many kinds of love: Love between lovers; Love and commitment between spouses; Love of friendship between two people; Love of innocent friendship between little boys and girls; and the Love of caring for our parents; and finally.. the Love in music that can transport us to every stage of our life.
Each stage of our lives we are presented the special kind of love that we need. No one can live without love of some kind; if so, the world would become a cruel and loveless place.
Thank you for leading us down your memory lane, it is thought-provoking, and made me think of mine too.
Sandie
What the World needs now? (Poetry) - 5/13/2014 8:16:46 PM
this is a splendid apology. enjoyed reading it.
What the World needs now? (Poetry) - 5/13/2014 4:04:45 PM
Thanks for sharing your sojourn down "Memory Lane," Steve and for explaining you "take" on it. Love and peace,
Regis
There is a memory lane (Poetry) - 5/7/2014 11:58:14 AM
There sure is… It almost every home town in America, except for the gaping dregs of Walmart disruption on Main Street.
Ron
There is a memory lane (Poetry) - 5/7/2014 3:30:19 AM
Some memories are so precious. Thank you for sharing!
Sandie
There is a memory lane (Poetry) - 5/6/2014 1:55:06 PM
Thanks for sharing "memory lane," Steve. Love and peace,
Regis
And I will sleep with the ghosts (Poetry) - 9/20/2012 8:40:11 PM
Sadly, the theme that you express via your verses is all too common in this world/life, Steve. Love and peace to you,
Regis
A bleak day in Danville (Poetry) - 9/18/2012 7:00:03 PM
A emotive and meaningful sharing. Thank you, Steve. Love and peace,
Regis
Burt, the girls and me (Poetry) - 9/5/2012 5:04:42 PM
Interesting reflective sharing. Thank you. Love and peace,
Regis
Visiting old friends (Poetry) - 5/29/2012 6:10:41 PM
Thank you for sharing the memories, Steve. Love and peace to you,
Regis
An old landmark falling down (Poetry) - 4/21/2012 10:01:41 PM
Nostalgic, Steve; at least it hasn't been replaced (as my former land has been) by blacktop and a mall. Love and peace,
Regis
Mr. C passed away (Poetry) - 3/6/2012 3:20:48 PM
Thanks for sharing the memories and your tribute, Steve. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Rapid Robert's record (Poetry) - 1/24/2012 7:36:51 PM
I am not a baseball fan at all but I do appreciate your tribute, Steve. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Mock not the was (Poetry) - 7/26/2011 6:57:47 PM
Thank you for sharing your philosophical point of view, Steve. Love and peace,
Regis
Don't cry over thigs, part II (Poetry) - 7/26/2011 6:56:40 PM
Thank you for sharing your memories, Steve. Love and peace,
Regis
Forever red (and white and black) (Poetry) - 4/26/2011 5:06:38 PM
You have painted the rustic scene you intended with your words, Steve. Thanks for sharing. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Where'd you see the new models? (Poetry) - 2/16/2011 10:14:39 AM
My uncle Bob worked for American Motors in the Kenosha plant, and in the main plant in Detroit from time to time. Making cars was his living, his joy, and he worked hard. Then when American Motors was taken over by Chrysler Corporation, my uncle had a heart attack, and they were ready to retire him, but he said he felt fine and was ready to go back to work. He went back to work, and a short time later suffered another heart attack, and this time, they retired him and gave him full pension for his 35 years of servce. Thank you for the memories, Steve.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
Where'd you see the new models? (Poetry) - 1/31/2011 3:25:24 PM
Thanks for sharing the memories, Steve. Love and peace,
Regis
The Riders (Poetry) - 12/20/2010 8:56:42 PM
WHAT SEEMS SO 'ORDINARY' TO SOME...BECOMES THE POETS PLAYGROUND ...AND HE TAKES US WITH HIM AS HE SKILLFULLY SKETCHES... OBSERVING AND APPRECIATING, IN SUCH AN UNIQUE WAY, WHAT OTHERS TAKE FOR GRANTED. THANKS FOR AN MOST ENJOYABLE 'RIDE'. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND SEASON'S GREETING! LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH....
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
The sentry in the clouds (Poetry) - 11/26/2010 1:08:57 PM
"The sentry in the clouds" is an outstanding read Steve
I enjoyed the commanding presence you delivered!
From Love's Sunrise To Eventide's Bounty
Vickie
A hot day's walk (Poetry) - 3/25/2010 4:38:58 AM
enjoyed the read
Mock not the was (Poetry) - 3/23/2010 4:59:17 PM
interesting read
Sunday drive (Poetry) - 3/16/2010 5:27:46 PM
Substance to reflect upon, Steve; quite moving actually. Thank you. Love and peace,
Regis
A hot day's walk (Poetry) - 3/9/2010 6:49:53 PM
THE ATMOSPHERE OF A PLACE CAN REALLY BE ABSORBED WHEN ONE WALKS...NOSTALGIA USUALLY KICKS IN AND AN APPRECIATION IS FELT, FOR WHAT WAS NOT TAKEN INTO CONSIDERATION BEHIND THE WHEEL. GOOD IMAGERY IN THIS WORK. GOD BLESS. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Memories of a Christmas in July (Poetry) - 1/19/2010 1:47:07 PM
CERTAINLY THE CHARACTER AND INTEGRITY OF THIS GREAT MAN, WHO ALSO HAPPENED TO BE AN OUTSTANDING NEWCASTER CANNOT BE QUESTIONED AND I BELIEVE THAT A LITTLE BIT OF HIM, AS WITH ALL REALLY DEDICATED PROFESSIONALS, WENT INTO EVERY WORK HE WAS A PART OF...THAT THE WAY IT IS. WELL DONE AND THANKS FOR SHARING. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
The secret life of a Nixon kid (Poetry) - 1/8/2010 5:01:04 PM
You do bring back some memories, Steve; even though I live in Canada. Happy New Year to you with love and peace,
Regis
The secret life of a Nixon kid (Poetry) - 12/23/2009 6:38:33 AM
Steve,
I'm one of them, too. Conservative, Republican, what have you - we pin our hopes on a man, and more often then not, are sorely disappointed when they don't live up to our expectations. Well penned.
(((HUGS))) love and Merry Christmas!, Karla.
The secret life of a Nixon kid (Poetry) - 12/22/2009 4:03:57 PM
Tricia was a real beauty. So was this writing, although tongue and cheek. Great Job.
GOD BLESS
Tony
Don't cry over things.... (Poetry) - 12/12/2009 5:13:59 AM
Yes...and now...where's Maynard? Not that we will cry about it, but at least to know where it went? (LOL)
Georg
Memories of a Christmas in July (Poetry) - 7/20/2009 6:14:41 PM
A good tribute, Steve. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace,
Regis
Don't cry over things.... (Poetry) - 3/15/2009 5:25:47 AM
But let's cry for the memories that were lost. I remember each and every name and show you have mentioned. I sat glued to the television the night Ed Sullivan introduced the Beatles on televison in America for the first time. I screamed with every other girl, and I sat enraptured as they played. So let us cry over these lost things, because they showed pictures of those who cried over someone else. It is too bad these memories were lost in this fire, but we can still have the memories of them. I rate this a 10 out of 10, and thank you so much for sharing these memories and taking us down memory lane.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
Don't cry over things.... (Poetry) - 3/15/2009 4:12:36 AM
Great poem with a wiseful message.I enjoy reading it,take care
Edwin
Don't cry over things.... (Poetry) - 3/15/2009 3:06:12 AM
Great writing.enjoyed very much and well said...have a wonderful and safe day...Hugsss
Season's greetings (Poetry) - 3/15/2009 2:39:28 AM
It's what you think that counts. No worries. Love and peace,
Regis
Don't cry over things.... (Poetry) - 3/15/2009 2:38:30 AM
Pa cartwright, Adam, Hoss and Little Joe,
I love those guys. Thanks.
Love and peace,
Regis
Season's greetings (Poetry) - 12/26/2008 6:19:56 PM
Enjoy it to the fullest!
all that life is and more
Season's greetings (Poetry) - 12/21/2008 3:28:19 PM
Steve this is more than fine,and I wish you
a very Mery Christmas and Happy New Year too!
May God's best gifts be yours this Christmas!
Love,
Eileen
Season's greetings (Poetry) - 12/21/2008 11:05:30 AM
I love the holiday season and cheerful people like you. Here in apt house I live in some don't even have any holiday spirit. I love to read different ideas of Christmas and the different thoughts from authors. There are so many this year, I don't believe I can even begin to read them all but yours was a delight for me today.
Season's greetings (Poetry) - 12/21/2008 9:47:14 AM
Dear Steve,
“May God grant you always...
A sunbeam to warm you,
a moonbeam to charm you,
a sheltering Angel so nothing can harm you.
Laughter to cheer you.
Faithful friends near you.
And whenever you pray,
Heaven to hear you.”
Hope you're okay dear one!!
I think about you all the time!!
Wishing you a joyful Christmas!!
LOve & Hugs
Tinka
Season's greetings (Poetry) - 12/20/2008 11:49:40 PM
Merry Christmas and have a Happy New year to you,take care
Edwin
Country music died last night (Poetry) - 12/7/2008 12:42:00 PM
a hit with me for sure. He was beyond anything Nashville offers today, no matter how slicker. And he was a baritone voice (being I'm one too) so proud one could prosper in music world of high shrieking voices or cool satin ones. But it was his songwriting and strumming that made him great. Even when he did another's tune he made it anew!
Total cool poem: 5 stars! Sorry I missed it when it came out - I wasn't on AD
Country music died last night (Poetry) - 9/10/2008 7:33:31 PM
A wonderful tribute. I really liked him. A fantastic write.
The evil piano (Poetry) - 8/24/2008 6:28:59 PM
Well, I always like imagination. Without it, life would be so dull.
A thought-provoking piece, Steve!
Sandie Angel :o)
The evil piano (Poetry) - 3/8/2008 5:19:25 PM
Great thoughtful poem on a painful subject and you do have a point, yet I'd say that the stanza: "Or is it when faith and flag, God and county, Our most precious beliefs are taken and twisted
Into evil things themselves?" is where the crux of the problem really lies. Musicians only reflect two things: "where they see we are now OR where they see we should be heading." Yet in this world I can only Imagine Lennon's vision is a future world where all people change as individuals. I wonder if he lived long enough what he would think of this manic & horrendous terrorism today..
PS: I play the piano (jazz instrumental) and have for many years so couldn' help but click on this and my tune: "My Old Black & White" is based on the piano I've had since 1974 It's the same make and style as Lennon's (but of course NOT famous!)
best to your writing, michael guy
Their memories followed me on vacation (Poetry) - 3/8/2008 5:09:49 PM
This poem does bring back a nice time in America, but sadly a little before my time - also I don't know the tune but I like the remembrances illustrated in your poetic words.
In a way, I dreamed of you (Poetry) - 2/13/2008 9:17:16 PM
Very good. I really enjoyed the read. Thanks for sharing.
To Melanie, wherever she is (Poetry) - 2/13/2008 7:56:12 PM
Very nice Steve...sometimes old loves are never what they seem when you get back with them...
The lonely stranger at the concession stand (Poetry) - 2/13/2008 7:53:23 PM
Ah, how nice! I like this one "I'll have a Gatorade,
but those three cute girls
in the retro clothes
standing behind me?
Nothing for them.
They're phantoms
and they're with me"
The lonely stranger at the concession stand (Poetry) - 2/13/2008 7:09:56 PM
You sure wagered a poem for a huge grin from me. I admire your style and it is a comfortable feeling reading your poetry.
Thank you!
Susan
The cornfield buzz (Poetry) - 2/13/2008 7:08:08 PM
Wonderful quiet day with the sun setting upon the rows and rows of mature corn. I'm as you with colors and senses...the music insects make and the way the stillness makes the whole picture a cinema.
I love the visions you pen. Lovely country canvas.
Blessings and love,
Susan
The evil piano (Poetry) - 2/13/2008 7:04:50 PM
Imagine is a creative word and can be animated into a miriade of real and surreal wonderings, Take the word Imagine away and we become drones. This is how i look at it. It's wonderful to be able to have freedom of speech in this country and, if anything, the piano is a symbol of this too.
Blessings and love,
Susan
In a way, I dreamed of you (Poetry) - 2/13/2008 7:00:48 PM
If we were honest within ourselves we all have had wonderings of old friends, "I wonder if she remembers me? Wonder what happened to her? etc. I know I have. With the internet as it is I've even searched for my old friends and crushes. I'm the sort who always keeps the friends no matter where they are. I'm true to the years.
Blessings,
Susan
The evil piano (Poetry) - 2/6/2008 10:57:57 AM
Very thought provoking!!
Love Tinka
The cornfield buzz (Poetry) - 2/4/2008 5:00:01 PM
I enjoyed the sense of time that you have enbedded in your lines. The order of growth , with multiple worlds of insects coexisting with a high school soccer team makes your verses quite unique.
The cornfield buzz (Poetry) - 1/28/2008 8:57:07 PM
Great offering....this one made me itchy....like real itchy after mossie bombarded my skin...lol!!
Even made me sneeze!!
Buty great imagery anyways....thanks for sharing!!
Love Tinka
The cornfield buzz (Poetry) - 1/28/2008 4:29:47 PM
It is true that cornfields can be fascinating. I guess that's why there are quite a few corn mazes around here (LOL). Seriously though, I do love the sounds of the wind sighing through the corn stalks... ...and the hum of insects in the sunny heat of a summer's day. Thank you for eliciting some images in my mind, Steve. Love and peace to you,
Regis
All aboard (Poetry) - 12/10/2007 10:16:45 AM
enjoyed the read
All aboard (Poetry) - 10/5/2007 3:54:46 AM
Excellent work...thanks for taking me along!!
Love Tinka
All aboard (Poetry) - 10/2/2007 7:07:03 PM
Reminds me of the song "Chatanooga ChooChoo." It's a song from my mother's era. Great write.
Kathy
All aboard (Poetry) - 10/2/2007 3:01:40 PM
Didn't the Wabash run through Indiana? I lived between the Wabash and the Burlington. thanks for the memories.
Larry
All aboard (Poetry) - 10/2/2007 2:18:29 PM
Great job on this Steve.
Byron (Poetry) - 9/5/2007 9:56:46 AM
I enjoyed your tribute to Byron. Do you live there? I think along side is one word. Malcolm Watts
Byron (Poetry) - 8/20/2007 7:08:10 PM
A nice tribute to a place that you obviously respect and love. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Can you touch the sky? (Poetry) - 7/22/2007 6:30:09 PM
Interesting. In a way inspiring and also, such great imagery. Liz
Pieces of Wisconsin (Poetry) - 7/12/2007 7:24:18 PM
I think this is another keeper...for later when again, I can...
Hurry up home, before supper gets cold... Wonderful trip down memory
Lane, You know the perfect shortcuts back to where I was born. Thanks, Jen
Byron (Poetry) - 7/12/2007 6:59:39 PM
Why this is wonderful, I grew up a big City girl, This sparkles with
some of my memories of home. Thank you for sharing your art.Jen
Can you touch the sky? (Poetry) - 3/27/2007 9:02:38 AM
Awesome imagery.....I think we can if we reach out far enough!!
Well written!!
Love tinka
Can you touch the sky? (Poetry) - 3/27/2007 8:24:28 AM
Profound poemization... "Can you touch the sky?" glows.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Can you touch the sky? (Poetry) - 3/27/2007 2:51:00 AM
Yes, I touched it once and somebody up there took a bite.
Comfy here, yet, dutifully ducking when someone up there hawks with a thunder.
But I see you point, nice, but don't tell it to the ones with fear of highs.
Please, share the other one.
Georg
Byron (Poetry) - 3/12/2007 2:19:59 PM
I've been there, but watch out when the snow flies.
Nice pen,
Thanks
Dan
Byron (Poetry) - 3/12/2007 2:05:29 PM
yes i agree what a wonderful picture you have painted here in my mind of a little town with a big heart and beautiful views
Byron (Poetry) - 3/12/2007 1:39:34 PM
What a beautiful poetic capture senic and historical I visted this part of the country as a child... Well done thank you for this gem Steve.
Peace,
Joselyn
Byron (Poetry) - 3/12/2007 1:25:16 PM
All I know about Byron is that if you are tired approaching Rocford and made a wrong turn you will hit Byron, around four thousand souls, and if you blink twice you will miss the town driving through.
Nice that a poet penned something for the town.
"...men, no cattle, yearning to be free" Abe would have loved it.
Well done.
Georg
Once there was a ballpark here (Poetry) - 3/6/2007 2:09:44 AM
The ball park is gone...just a plaque saying there was one.
Home runs, foul balls, can'tyouhitsomethingyousonofabich???!!!! to a rocky missing his first batting.
Then silence, like nothing had been there...ever.
You are a gifted one, don't stop your poems coming toward us.
Georg
Once there was a ballpark here (Poetry) - 12/10/2006 9:45:28 AM
Fine memories, Steve. This place looks nothing like it did when I first moved here some years ago. They call it "progress." I call it a shame for the most part. Thanks for sharing this. Love and peace to you,
Regis
The sign remembers (Poetry) - 12/9/2006 11:09:20 PM
good imagery and atmosphere ... expect more soon ...
The sign remembers (Poetry) - 12/6/2006 7:25:21 PM
Nostalgic memories are the small details that will always stay with us.
I love the virtual visual your words paint.
Thank you,
Susan
The sign remembers (Poetry) - 12/4/2006 2:24:58 PM
So sad...and certainly a sign of the times...of "progress". Thankfully, the real sigh exists, and the sign remembers. Like those two lines...
Micke
Once there was a ballpark here (Poetry) - 12/4/2006 2:16:29 PM
Ahhh the nostalgia of great ballparks. Your poem brings back pleasant memories for me, Steve.
My fave was Sportsmans Park, in St. Louis MO. Doncha love that name: Sportsmans Park! Right on N. Grand Avenue! It had magic for me as a child (many years ago :o) growing up in St. Louis. Back then there were the St. Louis Browns AND Cardinals. As a girl scout (the boy scouts, too) we were given free tickets for the bleachers...every home game played by either teams! Every Saturday was our choice; Sunday's were for church and family, and nights were NOT a choice, per Mom.
When they tore down the old park, I had already moved to Texas, and was disappointed when the new, replacement park downtown was named Busch Stadium. It was, of course, their right to name after the family...but I felt so much was lost with Sportsmans Park gone. For some reason, I kinda lost interest in the game after that.
Oh, but now we DO have The Texas Rangers ballpark not far from where I live..and it's a B-E-A-U-T-Y.
Enjoyed your poem.
Micke
Once there was a ballpark here (Poetry) - 11/20/2006 8:18:09 PM
Changes of the new world is inevitable...but then again gaint ghosts will arise...just to fall again like the previous ones!!
Vivid imagery you painted here!!
Love Tinka
The sign remembers (Poetry) - 10/17/2006 5:17:19 PM
Some memories never die. Thanks for sharing, Steve. Love and peace to you,
Regis
I begged and pleaded with the Lord (Poetry) - 10/17/2006 5:15:56 PM
A prayerful testimonial of your faith, Steve. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace,
Regis
The seamstress and the kid (Poetry) - 10/17/2006 5:14:13 PM
These are painful truths, Steve. Your poem is a worthy tribute. Love and peace to you,
Regis
I begged and pleaded with the Lord (Poetry) - 10/3/2006 2:39:32 AM
Steve,
This one is special thank you..... for this reminder it is those small actions daily we forget.
Joselyn
I begged and pleaded with the Lord (Poetry) - 10/3/2006 12:09:16 AM
This is an amazing write Steve, I enjoyed this, keep writing and be blessed in the writing
God Bless
Michelle~
I begged and pleaded with the Lord (Poetry) - 10/2/2006 10:44:10 PM
Excellent inspired write Steve. Jesus said" You concern yourself about many things when all that is required is that you love the Father."...Loving God is everything!...Eileen
A Memorial Day at Ernie's (Poetry) - 9/21/2006 7:05:11 PM
Well done, Steve. Sadly many people will not remember Ernie Pyle. I remember him as bigger-than-life during WWII, good friend of our GIs Later in life, after marrying, my husband and I travelled to Hawaii, and made it a point to visit Earnie's grave at Punchbowl Cemetery, Honolulu.
Wonderful rememberence of E. Pyle!! THANKS
Micke Jinks
A Memorial Day at Ernie's (Poetry) - 6/30/2006 5:03:18 PM
This is what I call: LIVE ON STAGE... it is a poetic glowing page.
I did enjoy this "A Memorial Day at Ernie's".
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
A Memorial Day at Ernie's (Poetry) - 6/27/2006 5:11:49 AM
I love this...it came alive reading it...a vivid moment in time!!
Love Tinka
A Memorial Day at Ernie's (Poetry) - 6/27/2006 3:39:58 AM
Thank you for sharing this poem. Watch out for your spelling. Overall, I enjoyed it *smiles*.
The autumn blues (Poetry) - 5/11/2006 6:25:09 PM
enjoyed the read
Goodbye, Frances Gumm (Poetry) - 5/5/2006 9:31:40 AM
A fine tribute, Steve. The life of the "famous" is often very sad indeed. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Goodbye, Frances Gumm (Poetry) - 5/5/2006 2:21:13 AM
Have to agree with Ed here!!
Thanks for sharing!!
Love Tinka
On a swing (Poetry) - 5/4/2006 9:02:20 PM
Enjoyed the ride again! I think I will try it again next time at the park. Thanks for the memory. linda
Crossing a bridge at night (Poetry) - 5/4/2006 8:59:04 PM
Steve, I like your imagery of "a monster's skeleton...".
I knew there was a reason I never liked bridges! Dragons and dinosaurs. Actually, I've always preferred bridges at night because one sees less over the side, more like going through a tunnel. Linda
Goodbye, Frances Gumm (Poetry) - 5/4/2006 8:43:27 PM
Cool write, life in the limelight is rarely ever all that great...Ed
The lonely waitress (Poetry) - 4/18/2006 8:51:44 PM
Some people does not know sometimes how much pain there is hidden deep within you. I know i had more that my share of it...but does it ever end? When a woman losses her child or her friend, but has the face and smile to hide it well ,it's sometimes a blessing and a safe place to go, laugh till you cry and blame your tears on the joke you see around you unfold!! before insanity takes over your spirit!!
Been there done that myself....I can say a pro in pretending to be brave!!
Love Tinka
