Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Inside you the time moves, and she don't fade.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Tonight, is my next to last Yorkville radio show.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
During the show, I mentioned my worst Christmas gift ever.
When I was ten, after fattening me up for a few years (my brother and I called her refrigerator “Treasure Island”), my grandmother gave me a package on Christmas morning that looked like it was wrapped by monkeys. Fully expecting a toy I tore it open and found a shiny pair of HUSKIES dungarees, the three fold style with starch, stiff like a steamroller gave them a once over. The tag saying HUSKIES was so big you could read it from across the room.
I looked at my grandmother funny, and she asked,” Do you think they’ll fit?”
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
JUNE 8, 2009
Dad's loiters with a scotch as Mom gets ready.
I want them gone. Cindy, my babysitter, is the prettiest girl in St. Stephen's eighth grade and for a whole night she's mine and Rory's.
As Mom & Dad walk out the door the Clay Cole Show comes on Channel 11. He's cool, he's handsome as James Bond, and everybody in music comes and sings on his show. I'm 8 yrs old. All those girl groups!
I want him,
I need him.
And someday, someway...whoooa...I'll meet him.
He'll be kind of shy.
And real good looking too.
And I'll be certain, he's my guy,
By the things he'll like to do.
Like walking in the rain,
And wishing on the stars up above,
And being so in love.