The Little Words Mean the Most

He said

"What's your point? Aside from petulance."

She said

"What's your point? Aside from petulance."

Mary Magdalene

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I was right

hobby  \ [pronunciation] \ n [short for hobbyhorse] Lavishing large amounts of your allotted time on an activity that brings you no gain but terrific satisfaction. > concept by concept matches the definition in my Webster's Seventh New Collegiate Dictionary, © 1965. My mother gave me that just before

It's stupid.

They should fire you.

Now Come the Manners of Death

A novel

I had this one young man ...

... in my last gig, in Buffalo. And he picked out every mistake I made in my footers. There was no consistency, I soon saw. I'd pulled slides from everywhere, different years. And he caught it all. Mistake after mistake.

I ate twice at the city's renown Anchor Bar and its airport cousin. The common legend says Buffalo (hot) Wings were invented at the Anchor Bar, to satisfy a late-night food craving of U.Buff students. Meaty chicken wings, dipped in hot sauce, deep-fried. Sauces range from "mild" to "suicidal."

And him? Now we occupy a villa over the Venice harbor. He's still annoying.

Don't drink and rhyme

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)

At any given time...

...my immediate world consists of friends I should call, friends I should contact, friends I should Friend, memories I'd rather forget, the clients hitting my windshield, my desire to surprise them, trying to help in my only area of apparent relative for now competence, trying to be pretty though not physically (that ship's sailed), worries, plans first class, plans second class, plans maybe, plans "oh come on!" ... and a bunch of other stuff. Flotsam poems caught in the throat. Envy of my betters (mostly literary). Appreciation of my betters (ditto).