life is a sine wave waxing and waning ebbs and flows yin and yang ups and downs love and not yet… life continues (at least until that final day) day turns to night night turns to day the new day … Continue reading Sine Wave

A Polar Bear came into our camp area the night that we arrived. He was pacing along the coastline of Hudson Bay, waiting for the water to freeze so he could go out and hunt seals for dinner. He was … Continue reading Charlie’s Challenge

I meant to add I wish i could write like that seeing stars in a broken stool to write I find there must be some anger or exhilaration or emotion that cannot be contained canned as I am in daily … Continue reading I miss Miss Kitty

we have gone through the trash countless times sometimes the lost is found often the lost is somewhere else sometimes we pray but God, you know, is busy with big things souls, for instance how many souls fit into a … Continue reading Lost, found, whatever

Hi classmates, Winter 1957 Join us on Saturday afternoon, May 6th at the Long Beach Yacht Club. Time: 1:00 pm to 3:00 p.m. Cost per person: $40 After Party at Carol and Dick Ramseyer’s –address and map will be provided … Continue reading Dorsey High School Winter ’57 Reunion

Kitty She sent me this sympathy card after my Patricia succumbed to cancer: “Dear Fritz I am so sorry…about your loss…. Each of us handles grief in our own way… A word of warning somehow, the world is intolerant of … Continue reading KITTY

Rollie pollie, walkin’ ‘long the sidewalk Rollie pollie, wonder where you’re goin’ I scrunch down to see you, walkin’ all alone Lookin’ at a hundert legs, marchin’ right along What you got in front of you?  Why whiskers like my … Continue reading Rollie Pollie Rap (Children’s Poem)

Exponentially It became …a trickle …a stream …a river …a torrent …flood Rain! When did that one drop …drop? Argumentative To say the least He bestows rain on the earth                     … Continue reading It began with one drop

The couple was advancing, quickly, threateningly.  Closing in.  Close, too close. Where he came from close was the norm but here—space was the norm, or at least it was.   Their eyes—was it contemplation, expectation, conviction? The slants of his eyes … Continue reading Perfect Performance