Happiness Is

Why, yes, she is my daughter. How did you know? The party started with tailgating in the parking lot for the six of us: My dear wife Karen and I, Elisabeth and her boyfriend George Three, and his parents Susan and George Two. With Father’s Day the following day, the timing could not have been…

OK, I do know you

Rain, rain go away All the Polish people need to come out and eat their kielbasa pierogi golabki with sauerkraut please and thank you. After catching the matinée showing of Inside Out on Father’s Day, my daughter Elisabeth, her boyfriend George Three, and my dear wife Karen and I headed to downtown Syracuse and Clinton…

All I Have to Do Is Dream

The sun still shines The clouds still cry The moon still beams The stars still align Every night when they last rattle the gate, I draw a last breath and finally close my eyes. The artwork above that inspired my poem was one of several sent by fellow blogger Rara to my friend Colleen Brown…

The Doc makes house calls

In 1986 Doc’s visits came via TV April innings snuck sparingly during work nights May Saturday games yelled at in smoky Syracuse bars June July August hoping this 21-year-old Dwight remained good and true Third year in the bigs with my Mets on a real roll Thunder and lightning fastball Lord Charles curve Opposing batters,…