
You don’t have to be the Dalai Lama to tell people that life’s about change.
I have several times made a poor choice by avoiding a necessary confrontation.

You don’t have to be the Dalai Lama to tell people that life’s about change.
I have several times made a poor choice by avoiding a necessary confrontation.

A bewildered and frustrated Sgt. Joe Friday has been working on a cold case for several weeks.
Despite his best efforts, the renowned detective can’t pin the rap on Willy Martin, a notorious bank robber. A cool $100,000 has been snatched away from the First National Bank, all in large bills (aka “Benjamin Franklin’s $100).
Sitting at his desk and checking his notes, Friday’s thoughts keep coming back to the same pattern of thinking. Since the money remains hot, it is very doubtful that Willy Martin has put any of the money back into circulation. He’s been under surveillance for weeks, but he hasn’t made any suspicious moves.
Every Saturday morning, Friday meets up with his retired partner, Bill Gannon. They hang out at their favorite coffee shop and trade war stories from their past cases.
Bill is telling a story about a funny situation which recently took place in Ohio. He recalls the situation, “A grandmother’s $25,000 went missing from her home. It was her life savings.”
Friday continues listening, but he is just about filled up with coffee and conversation. His mind keeps working overtime on the cold case.
Bill’s version of the story begins to become more interesting to his former partner, “No one knew where the money went. Her grandchildren helped clean her house one day. They were very thorough, even emptying out the old, spoiled food from her refrigerator and freezer.”
Friday eagerly waits for the story’s finale, as Bill wraps it up, “Her money was stored in the freezer in an envelope, and it was accidentally thrown away. Fortunately, the trash truck operator found the cold cash before it ended up at the landfill.”
“Bingo! Cold cash!” Friday jumps up and thanks Bill for the hot tip. As his good friend hustles out the door, Bill wonders what is really up.
On Monday, he heads across town to ask a judge for another search warrant. The warrant is for Willy Martin’s grandma’s house, more specifically her freezer. There is a large chest freezer submerged in the depths of her basement.
When Friday shows up at grandma’s door, she seems a bit shocked to see him again. After all, he searched the entire house several days ago, and nothing was found. Except, this time the determined Sgt. Friday remembers the freezer in the basement.
With the efficiency of a well-seasoned detective, Friday quickly removes the contents from the overflowing freezer. Hiding at the bottom of the freezer is a false floor. He tears open the heavy cardboard to find several envelopes hiding out down below.
As he checks the contents of several sealed envelopes, he discovers the missing loot. All $100,000 of it! Even Benjamin Franklin is winking back at the detective, “Honesty is the best policy.”
The detective reads grandma her rights. Then she suddenly begins singing like a parakeet, “I never knew what Willy put in my freezer. Honest Sgt. Friday. He promised me everything was okay while he stayed hidden from the heat, who was checking on his every move.”
Sgt. Friday replies back, “Well, crime doesn’t pay when you are asked to take the heat for hiding someone else’s cold cash.”
While the storied detective calls to make arrangements for officers to pick up Willy Martin, he finally begins to relax. This challenging cold case has been solved.


I consider a story merely as a frame on which to stretch my materials.
Honest good humor is the oil and wine of a merry meeting, and there is no jovial companionship equal to that where the jokes are rather small and laughter abundant.

Writing becomes treasured hobby
Writing ‘the’ book, will anyone read?
Writing each hour, quitting day job
Writing chapters with epic speed
Waiting for magic, keyboard sleeps
Waiting for inspiration’s nudge
Waiting for publisher to call
Waiting for something bold, oh fudge!
Overlooking advice from friends
Overlooking cover’s design
Overlooking shrinking cash flow
Overlooking final deadline
Spending phantom cash, much too fast
Spending less and less time writing
Spending more and more time dreaming
Spending months on nothing exciting
Pushing aside all of these thoughts
Focusing on fresh start at hand
Crafting poetry, something new
Writing ‘the’ book, no longer planned


Papa had always been sort of set in his ways. Some might even say he’d become much too old-fashioned, but he took pride in being thrifty with a dollar.
My brother, Nick, walked up to Papa one afternoon and explained his dilemma, “My old, worn-out phone needs to be replaced. All of the guys at school own a way better one than mine.”
Looking up from his magazine, Papa firmly replied, “Ain’t broke yet!”
A few days later, Mama called out to her husband in a voice filled with distress. Her washing machine was on the fritz . . . again. Papa made a couple of quick fixes, and then told Mama, “Ain’t broke yet!”
Mama always told me, “Papa has always been a penny pincher, just like his dear ol’ Papa.”
A couple of weeks later, the zipper on my outdated winter coat was stuck. Running to Papa, I tried to convince him to buy me a new coat, “Papa, this old coat is just worn out. Don’t you think it’s time to buy me a new one?”
Papa took my coat. After fiddling with the zipper for a couple of minutes, he brought it back to me with a proud smile on his face, “Ain’t broke yet!”
The next morning, Papa was sitting at the breakfast table, and he was looking over the advertisements in the newspaper. A dashing, new pick-up truck caught his eye, and he imagined himself driving it down the street for everyone to see. With his usual humble confidence, he announced to the rest of us, “I am thinking of trading in the ol’ truck for a brand new one. She has quite a few miles on her.”
In unison, we all shouted, “Ain’t broke yet!”

You can’t help getting older, but you don’t have to get old.
I honestly think it is better to be a failure at something you love than to be a success at something you hate.
George Burns (1896-1996) entertained Americans through a variety of venues (vaudeville, radio, film, and television) as a comedian, actor, singer, and writer.
Blue jeans meet green grass
Young boys wrestling in backyard—
Washing grass-stained knees

Incompatible
Dentists and manicurists—
Fighting tooth and nail

Lifetime of knowledge
Encyclopedia facts—
Sidelined by Google


Have you ever thought?
About the significance of a chair
Providing comfort and relaxing care
Chairs, many in number
Starring in all sizes and shapes
Making for countless escapes
Summertime in the backyard
A sturdy, relaxing hammock waits
Making afternoon naps an ideal fate
Looking for a cool place to sit
Bean bag chairs, ready for fun
Comfortable seats for everyone
A rocking chair seldom sits alone
Inviting story time for two
Grandma reads, right on cue
Every living room offers choices
A colorful sofa seats two, maybe more
Crowding together, let’s not try for four
Extra chairs needed at an event
Arriving much, much too late
A folding chair will be my fate
Summer sun, surf, and sand
Sitting at the beach, carries the day
Relaxing under brilliant, sunny rays
Energetic, little people arrive
Parking themselves in tiny banana seats
Rocking with laughter, enjoying some treats
laughter, without any cares
An oversized recliner, in a corner
Always my best and most favorite place
Stretching out to relax, by the fireplace
Before you go, I have one request to ask
Will you please “take my place” in this special chair
The dentist is eager and ready, with genuine care


Another day dawning
Life’s open highway
Relax, enjoy the ride
Searching hidden byways
Each byway, something new
Life’s treasured adventures
Unwind, take each one in
Tasting newfound ventures
Every venture smiles
Life’s tempo never slows
Marvel, each sweet blessing
Smelling one tender rose
Single rose shares fragrance
Life’s memories accrue
Smile, waiting in the wings
Finding tomorrow’s clue
Tomorrow’s whistle sounds
Life’s train steaming ahead
Relax, enjoy the ride
Dreaming, asleep in bed


Another morning
Alarm clock droning
Sleepy head’s warning
Waking and groaning
Almost hitting snooze
Crawling out of bed
Mind singin’ the blues
Brain needs to be fed
Morning brew ready
Caffeine right on time
Never unsteady
Brilliance set to rhyme
Arriving at work
Second cup in hand
Tackling paperwork
French roast takes command
