Historiography at work

Historiography is the study of History.    It was one of my favorite mandatory seminars as a grad student at the University of Akron. One of my friends and cohorts here in Blog Land, raised a very interesting point in  a comment on how the Historians of 100 years from now would treat the scenario in rage now of the Great Republican Plan to Obliterate the Obama … Continue reading Historiography at work

Donald Trump is going… where?

Originally posted on SOMETIMES:
[Writing 201, Poetry.  DAY 4: Imperfect, Limerick, Enjambment–which is a technique they must have taught when I was skipping English class in high school.]            Who you calling imperfect? There once was a boy named Donald Who wanted to  be rich, and grow up to be President ha ha! said the people as he started to stump but he knew what… Continue reading Donald Trump is going… where?

A Gift for Baby

                 A GIFT FOR BABY Hey little baby, what do you say? I’ve brought you a gift for your birthday. I think it will be your favorite gift, I know you will savor it as long as you have it. Among the bears and baby dolls, Rattles and things of lullabies, This gift is perfect for chewing and feels good to the gums. This … Continue reading A Gift for Baby

grand central station draft

the grand central station of the universe souls of the travelers lost in time waiting eternally for their Lost Ones waiting for the other shoe to drop searching for the One that has come and gone taking along the tattered and lonely souls and broken hearts existing on the edge and biding their time in waiting What track is this? did I miss my connection? … Continue reading grand central station draft

It’s Here! It’s Here! It’s Here !

I’m still not breathing at 100%, but so far, so good. WHAT is here? I have been as anxious as a kid on Christmas morning, waiting patiently for it to arrive. The song going through my head:   “I’m so Excited!  I just can’t hide it–I’m about to lose control, and I  think I like it!” Yep, Windows10, the fabled new “best Windows ever!” version. I’m … Continue reading It’s Here! It’s Here! It’s Here !

Word Police–stop editing our dictionary

[Warning: Not Politically Correct] The Word Police are at it again.  We aren’t allowed to say the word “thug.” Thug is NOT a racist word.  It is a term coined back in the olden days to describe a certain type of criminal–almost invariably a white (caucasian) male.. Just consider, please, the uses of the word in common useage… here is a short list, and I apologize … Continue reading Word Police–stop editing our dictionary

The little red sweater…point of view

[DAY NINE, Writing 101 prompt.] The day was warm and sunny, although the occasional breeze made the elderly woman glad that she had worn a light sweater over her faded bluejeans and tee shirt.  She wore a straw sun hat, with a big sunflower design on it.   She often sat in the park on nice days, watching squirrels, or kids, or people strolling along or … Continue reading The little red sweater…point of view

More about airports, and the people who love–or hate them

The most obnoxious seat-mate I ever encountered on an airplane, was all dressed up and carrying a briefcase. This man had apparently had a bad day, or an unproductive sales trip, for he was not happy when he arrived at his designated seat and found me sitting in the aisle seat next to his. He was annoyed to realize that he would have to climb … Continue reading More about airports, and the people who love–or hate them

I recognized the blue, blue eyes in a stranger

[Day 6, Characterization Exercise, WRITING 101.] Note: this person may be fictious. I was having some Mcnuggets and a chocolate shake, at a familiar fast-foods place where I had dined countless times before. It seemed odd that I had never before noticed the woman with the broom. Knocking over the shake was accidental, a careless flick of the hand. It made a “flup” sound as … Continue reading I recognized the blue, blue eyes in a stranger

Ominous or obnoxious?

[DAY 5 — entry for Writing 101] A note I found on a path in a crowded park, half buried in mud, almost invisible due to age.   It doesn’t say much of anything, but it sends chills down my spine.  The meaning is ambiguous.  Suspicious person that I am, I decide that the best way to make the note known to its intended recipient–is to publish … Continue reading Ominous or obnoxious?

Not lost, not forgotten…just on another page.

[WRITING 101–DAY FOUR:  Something that I had once but lost.] We are back in the days of the sailing ships powered by great billowing canvas panels,  dependent on wind power. I am not sure of the year, or even the type of sailing vessel.  It may have been a great Clipper Ship, or a fast-treacherous slaver, or a grand warship complete with cannons.  Maybe it was … Continue reading Not lost, not forgotten…just on another page.