Monthly Archives: May 2017
The speaker droned on about life after graduation. It was a typical baccalaureate message, which he delivered well. Unfortunately, I had already heard my share of such talks. On my lap, granddaughter Caroline began to doze. Across the room, somebody coughed, and the graduates shuffled impatiently in their seats. The soft rustle of academic robes provided an accompaniment to the speaker’s serious tone. I’m afraid that’s when my attention drifted. Like most men, I prefer action to self-reflection, building…..
The lawyer was past his prime, balding, with a bit of a paunch. A respected member of the local bar (not that one, the legal one), he was selected by the long time Mayor to be City Attorney. Good naturedly, he labored faithfully on the humdrum, even dull, details of municipal governance, raised two bright and talented children and penned an occasional column for the local papers. To a casual observer he’s just an average small-town attorney; or is he?…..
Graduate you did? Celebrate you must! Eat like a pig. Enjoy all the fuss. Cast your cares to the wind. Sleep until noon. The future you’ll find begins pretty soon. In a blink of an eye, like leaves from a tree, Summer will fly, an adult you will be. You’ll pack up your clothes, and load up your car. Say goodbye to the folks, and well, there you are. Brave you will be. You’ll wave as…..
“Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, to give the poor dog a bone; when she came there, the cupboard was bare, and so the poor dog had none.” – Old Nursery Rhyme. “Bugga, can I have a Lunchable?” Dane asked, walking through the door. It wasn’t an unusual request, after all, Dane and his sister Caroline are growing, active kids, and they’re often hungry. “I don’t think we have any, go check,” I replied. Dane raised a quizzical…..
One lazy, overcast Saturday afternoon, I was catnapping on the couch, minding my own business. I stirred and decided to watch the “Woodwrights Shop” on the other TV. Two rooms later, I sat down hard, gasping, and coughing. “Dang allergies,” I muttered, fumbling for my inhaler. I took two puffs and switched on my show. In moments, blue graduation robes filed across my screen. “VU graduation,” I cried, turning off the TV. My coughing was worse, so I took two…..