#197 Synchronicity

  We got married in my sleep. She turned out to be a burden and I was sorry for tying that matrimonial knot. I anticipated years of discontent, a nagging wife, unappreciative kids, and a dog who didn’t give a … Continue reading “#197 Synchronicity”

#196 Starry Starry Night

The moonlit night sky above Prescott, Valley Arizona, twinkles with countless stars as I lie in my hot tub gazing above. Lessons that taught me to believe the stars are heavenly lights winking at me have become fictitious sine I … Continue reading “#196 Starry Starry Night”

#195 I Believe – Not

#195   I Believe – Not Joe tried to please his wife in bed but could never measure up. Whatever he tried, his wife wanted the opposite. She’d complain that having sex didn’t last long enough. When he extended the act, … Continue reading “#195 I Believe – Not”

#194 In My Bed

  It’s always the same on Saturday night. I rush home from work, shower, shave, and do everything I can to look and smell good because this is the one night of the week I get a chance to bring … Continue reading “#194 In My Bed”

#193 It Wasn’t My Fault

  I’m embarrassed to tell the truth about how I never treasured the natural things in life. Sunrise didn’t mean beauty to me; it meant it was light enough to find a crime to commit. Should I go on so … Continue reading “#193 It Wasn’t My Fault”

#192 Reprisal

I wanted to get rid of my wife and not give her a dime. I wracked my brain, did a little research, and found an easy solution.  In 1960, I only had to say she was insane and they accepted … Continue reading “#192 Reprisal”

#191 No Movies Today

  Joe asks Donna to go to the movies. She says, “I’m too tired to go, Joe.” But he finds out she isn’t too tired to go to see another man. Joe wants to say that’s all right, she has … Continue reading “#191 No Movies Today”

#190—Words

    A humongous black cloud barreled toward us as I stood on the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. “What the heck is that?” I asked a park ranger standing nearby. “Imported California air,” he said. “The easterly winds … Continue reading “#190—Words”

#189 Sugar and Spice

When I was a boy, the descriptions of little girls as made of sugar and spice seemed so true. But, lo and behold, they grew and transformed from sugar to salt and from spice to spite. Their lovely baby giggles … Continue reading “#189 Sugar and Spice”

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#189 Sugar and Spice When I was a boy, the descriptions of little girls as made of sugar and spice seemed so true. But, lo and behold, they grew and transformed from sugar to salt and from spice to spite. … Continue reading “(Untitled)”