Earth to Ash

Three’s Company


It’s been awhile now since I have posted anything other than a poem as of late, but I just had to share this. So, I’ve been watching Three’s Company for the last few days (OK, that just dated me) and it’s been quite the unexpected nostalgic experience, and soooo funny. I found this YouTube channel that has all the episodes, I have been binge watching each one of them before they get taken down. Jack, Janette, Chrissy and the Ropers were on a lot at my house when I was growing up and it’s been bringing up a lot of fond memories the more invested I’ve become.


If I remember correctly, the show was usually on just after suppertime, my Pop was always planted firmly in his chair, he loved him some Jack Tripper. My Nan just finishing the last of the dishes, the same time each evening, everyday, we were all waiting to see what Jack and the gang were up to. What misunderstanding will be misunderstood on tonight’s episode? I remember vividly, my aunt and uncle who had just gotten off of work from the fish plant and them both still having a distinct perfume of fish that would usually whisk pass my nose. My aunt always did say how brutal it was trying to get rid of the constant tinge of the fish, after a twelve hour shift. I will never forget that. Yes, we would all consume the living room, trying to score a spot on the tiniest of couches, some resorting to the arm of a love seat, maybe the coffee table or lastly, the floor. All this didn’t matter, shhhhhh……the theme song has started,”Come and knock on our door”….


It’s true, the fondest memories can be drawn from the simplest of things, for me it was this TV show. It brought the nostalgia completely out of me, made me think about people I haven’t thought of in awhile, it was nice. The same is hard to do these days in the same context with the accessibility of digital content, and how sitting around the TV the same time each week is not a thing anymore for most people. Direct, custom content although convenient, can also cause a disconnect where everyone usually retreats to their own devices, unfortunately it’s a thing. I think it’s important to make time for each other, create memories that will forever channel happiness. I know this is am example of screen time but it can be anything you want it to be. How nice it is when something puts a smile on your face? We can all use a little of that.

“Three’s Company: A Man About the House (#1.1)” (1977)

  • Stanley Roper: Look at that crack in the ceiling. …
  • Helen Roper: The party didn’t cause that.
  • Stanley Roper: Oh yah. …
  • Helen Roper: It was the earthquake last year. …
  • Stanley Roper: Exciting?
  • Helen Roper: Yah, it was the first time our bed moved in years.

Yeah, it’s that kinda comedy, but you know what? I’ve been having a good laugh these past few days watching the pure genius in physical comedy that was the comedy of John Ritter, who we all know died way too early. My cousin Amanda, says that when she sees him on TV, he reminds her of me, lol.  All the cast were great, it was a perfect ensemble, a timeless comedy. Watching Three’s Company has been stirring up some pleasant memories for me, memories that will forever make me recall a simpler time in my life that I will hold dear in my heart for the rest of my life.

This blog was taped before a live studio audience.


Father’s Storm


I wish this day away just like the many before it.
No matter how high the sun, that cloud will forever rain on me.
As I try to move on, the shadows creep alongside teasing a dark void.
My unhealed scars, they fester each time I’m reminded,
adding one more to an already weathered heart.

Someday Again

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Fist held against your chin staring beyond, adrift in recollection.
A ponder of well-being was the focus of those faraway eyes.
Rock…rock until contentment, unbroken ritual.
You miss, you worry, because you loved.
The tittle-tattle of your kindred always spawned a glow in your half-cocked smiles, your infectious being.
Dear grand, by and by with a simper,
someday again.

Those Shades Looked Better on You


Your smile that day was the last,
when those shades looked better on you.
This the chance?
Sun high, mid-afternoon,
like yesterday,
memorial to me.

Funny, we talked longer, unlike us,
the hint?

A stride from you taken, farewell implied,
it felt no different,
only to you, it was.

My goodbye changed forever,
when those shades looked better on you.


The Static

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Suddenly the static…then nothing.
An alter-ego, unhinged.
Your split was misconceived,
as most would rather bathe in ignorance,
and wade in shallows of the misunderstood.

Dandelions to Babes

Out the door, I pick up the pace.
Time to play…no time to waste.

Down the yard, tightrope the curb,
As I zipped up the road, not a “hello” was heard.

Along the path such a pretty site,
Dandelions, Dandelions like a sea of white.

Where did I go you must be starting to ask,
to my childhood friends where my youth was passed.

T’was her mother who greeted me each time at the door,
a humble sweet lady who I will always adore.

I will miss your dear smile for the rest of my days,
miss my best friend’s mother, miss the Dandelions to Babes…RIP


Mildred Organ


Just when the sun peeks the brightest,
an eclipse takes aim right for it.
A smile protecting what’s left,
I take a knee.

Mystery Blogger Award


Once again I have been surprised by another acknowledgement award, completely from left field.  There’s no bigger compliment to my writing and to my bog then a compliment from my peers.  Thanks again Avid Observer, I really appreciate the kind gesture.

Human perspective with inspiration and motivation, you’ll find it all right here at Avid Observer

Kudos to Okoto Enigma for making such an award to celebrate writing and allow all of us bloggers a chance to share a virtual fist bump and promote exposure.

Keep on paying it forward everybody!!!!

Award Rules:

  • Put the award logo on your blog.
  • List the rules.
  • Thank whoever nominated you and link to their blog.
  • Mention the creator of the award (Okoto Enigma) and provide a link as well.
  • Tell your readers 3 things about yourself.
  • Nominate roughly 10 – 20 people for this award.
  • Notify your nominees by commenting on their blogs.
  • Ask your nominees five questions.
  • Share a link to your best/favorite post that you’ve written.

Three things about me:

  1. Gym nut;
  2. Not a fan of heights; and
  3. I hate slow walkers.

My Nominees who I have become a fan of, they’re all very talented and each deserve a shout out, they  are:

  1. Orlando Espinosa ;
  2. The Ink Owl;
  3. Ricardo Sexton;
  4. The Evolutionary Mind;
  5. Quiescentlistener;
  6. The Nostalgia Diaries;
  7. The Body’s Heated Speech;
  8. Sparky Jen “No Beatin Around the Bush Allowed!”;
  9. Eliza Rudolf
  10. Beauty Beyond Bones

5 Questions asked of me:

  1. Which famous personality that I would like to meet from the past?Why?
    Answer: John Ritter at the Regal Beetle – come on, cause its Jack Tripper.
  2. One thing that can make my day?
    Answer: Hearing any pun whatsoever.
  3. Lesson I learned that I can never forget?
    Answer: Never fry bacon with your shirt off.
  4. One human trait that I hate?
    Answer: Condescension.
  5. A quote or memo that I truly follow in my life?
    Answer: A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor.

5 Questions I leave my Nominees:

  1. Where do you draw your inspiration to write/blog?
  2. What time of day do you prefer to write?Why?
  3. What are you reading?
  4. Favorite writer or blogger?
  5. Worst bout of writers block?

Lastly, I have to say that I don’t really have a favorite post, they are all some bit or piece of me so I truly can’t choose.  I just hope people keep enjoying what I write.

By the Salt


Crusty eyes wake excited,
when mornings are usually slumbered.
Sun stretching, this early.
We leave Theresa with a wave,
that smile.

You and I now,
a trip of bond.
The mist chills my face…
his dory crashing against the lap.
Posture held strong.
My imagination animated by the salt.
Few words spoken but enough was understood.
Cap to his brow, a grin in that cheek.
Surrogate father, my hero.

Piece Of Your Heart


A long time ago we promised a connection.
But we’ve found ourselves adrift, in the other direction.

Alike by the bloodline that flows deep within,
difficult to conceive that we were both born as kin.

I’ve questioned at times for a true explanation,
only blame in retort, without hesitation.

Our bond left abandoned, now way in the past,
the first day we met was also our last.

Free of the burden that it must have been me,
when sometimes in life it’s not meant to be.

So I move on at peace, that I have done my share.
Fate left to you, to show me you still care.

I hope someday, that the piece from your heart,
matches with mine so we can return to the start.