I was raised under the influence of a couple of generations of Americans who never wasted an empty Folger’s coffee can, a King Edward’s cigar box, or a worn-out suitcase.
Author: Gene
That Other Place – a tale of grace
This is a tale of grace. It is Sunday morning, and I am driving to a speaking engagement. That is not an unusual thing. Well, it is a little unusual these days but in the totality of my life, it is not. Hundreds of times, I have done that very thing early on a Sunday…
I had a dream! The story my brain told itself
I had a dream… I could remember I had a dream. It was not the noble kind like that of the great Martin Luther King, but it was a dream, and I had it. When I woke, I retraced the steps in my dream because, unlike most of my dreams, I recalled this one in…
I hate Mr. Wonderful!
I hate Mr. Wonderful. I do not hate Kevin O’Leary. Why would I? How could I? I don’t know him. I have only watched him on Shark Tank and followed him on LinkedIn. I hate Mr. Wonderful, the arrogant, self-absorbed, shock-value-laden persona O’Leary fronts. I cannot believe he is actually that person in person. It…
Grave Troubles Be Gone: True Love Never Dies
She’s living proof true love never dies. from Living Proof by Ricky Van Shelton It’s a mystery I can’t explain why,We pay so little heed to the time flying by.It’s a plain simple truth, the surest I’ve knownIt’s a short time here; it’s a long time gone. We’re busy with things that don’t even countNever…
Mony a mickle makes a muckle
Mony a mickle makes a muckleSaid th’ Scot with a chuckleWhen his kilt a slight snag gotTh’ one 100 Sterling boughtSoon his kilt wis sae threadbareHe hud na coverage down under thereWhaur na Scot wears underwear Ye auld scots saying “Mony a mickle makes a muckle” is an old Scottish saying that means, “Many little…
Masquerade
Take your face out that maskThis is all that I askThat you be, can you beReal to meLet me see them old scars,‘Cause they’re part of who you areAnd you ain’t come this farWithout pain I can see the way you standAnd the tremblin’Of your handsYou are a weakAnd weary manDon’t hide your brokenHeart from…