I remember how long summer days were as a kid. It seemed as if there was time even between the seconds. – Ash
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Journal Entry 194 – Little Boys Of Summer
Adults follow paths. Children explore. – Neil Gaiman
Journal Entry # 191 – Being An Uncle, How Else Am I Supposed To Act My Age?
Children make you want to start life over. – Muhammad Ali
Bike Writer # 42 – Enjoy the Sandbox of Nature…it’s Free!
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. – Margaret Atwood
Dukes of Habit
with a few black beers for luck
stood elbow to elbow
in the midst of strange drunkards
three sheets to the wind
placing little wagers before the clock struck
and the tender turns us away
like the last three nights we’ve been
A cold beer ran down my lips, to my chin
in a moment I knew would last a lifetime
there was a pool table…balls racked
ready for a break
some girl singing on the radio
we both sang a few of the words
those we could remember
all night we competed
best in banter,
best in billards,
best in brew,
never best in friends
that belonged to you
Journal Entry # 168 – Having fun is Axecellent!
When he worked, he really worked. But when he played, he really played. – Dr. Seuss
The Elf All About Himself! (For the kids!!!)
Once upon a time,
there was an angry little elf.
Who thought of absolutely no one,
but of only himself.
He’s always so mad,
which made the other elves very sad,
with his complaints that work, work, work,
was all they ever had.
Even his friends,
would call him mean and selfish.
“Why are you not nice?”
“Why are you not elfish?”
No matter what they say,
he swore he’d never listen,
because ending the holidays,
had become his evil elf mission.
When I turned that key, the night was finally over
It wasn’t easy, they threw a few fists
Mad that the ale had dried up
Now, in the calm of being left alone
I would start with the ashes
dumping out another one of those “greatest nights ever”