Saturday, September 5, 2015

skin and bone; The lates; Xword; Despair ye mighty; It's Rich buddy

It Was a Cinch

But now it’s a non-functioning belt      watch
Even though hitched to its last notch
The buckle hangs loosely down
The baggy pants staying up barely on their own

Get out the leather punch
Oh devout partaker of the lighter lunch
Does not your wan exhibit make the fat man sour?
Your downcast belt laments:
Don’t Get Around Much Any-mahw-er!

dzd 2000


Duffy (and Ruth) the Lates

Ruth and Duffy at Madison St condo


T-shirt upon which I did an iron-on copy of
me coming thru the back door carrying the then blind Duffy.

I had promised my mother to take care of Duffy.
I did it till the end for him a few months
after mom passed.

He was just too far gone to retain as a happy dog,
totally blind and incontinent.

The shirt memorializing Duffy by the time of the
above photo had been washed severala times
and was badly fading.

Today I sit at my desk again wearing the red shirt
bearing the now really gone semblence of Duffy.
My mother's memory is involved in the still current wearing

Yesterday in church William sat with me.
He's going tu turn 15 yrs in Sept.

I told him when he could not tell what was on the shirt
this story of the dog.

I said it was liking wearing his ghost now.
Wm got it. I knew he would.



We’re really onto something with these crosswords from the Times.

Mom and I together (key word) ALMOST have this one from last Sunday completed.  Can you get the last one?  We looked nothing up to get this far
So if you use the machine for which your brain is just an accessory do not send it back to us, OK?

I did the green ink, mom the black.


If you don’t already have your current Kenken, here it is.




(by Percy Bysshe Shelley)

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."


Happy Anti-LABOR DAY says this guy


A tribute to Count Basie

Stay with this and you'll come to Buddy's West Side Story.

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PS: Watching
for news forthcoming on the Kari - Lindgren Alaska wedding,
pix etc as able. Congratulations!


 Bob Heeschen turns 80
my friend since 1958 !


Waukesha water subject

per this defunct spring in Sulurian park

Old photo courtesy of J. Schoenknecht, 
Waukesha historian