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Pining for Juliet Romeo was a schmuck With the famous line What Light in yonder window breaks He was obsessed Not knowing One who conceals his disease Cannot be cured. Today they would be The tragic couple in the Tabs Audience wondering If they will get picked For Dancing With the Stars.

“Do you exist?” The sudden burst of sound started Susan as she dusted the Xylophone. Quickly she turned and saw Bobby.  His eyes looked magnified his black glasses.  He was wearing the usual long sleeved polo buttoned up to the collar.   “What did you say?” “I said ‘Do you exist?’  It is a question from my Philosophy class. Something about identity.” She really didn’t know why she even hung around Bobby. He was loud and geeky.  And he was always coming up with off the wall stuff.  Exist?  She sometimes wished she didn’t.  Kind of like today.    She had gotten stuck straightening the percussion area when Mr. Darren caught her dozing in her seat.   She hadn’t slept in two nights because of the cramps and she really was cranky.  All she wanted was to go home and cry.   “Just go away, Bobby.  Please?”  Her head was beginning to hurt, too. “Oh, don’t be so mean.  It was just a question.”  His eyes dropped and he turned towards the door.  Then he stopped. “You h

On the beach South of 39A The tall shaft rises in the distance The waiting The fire The thunder Apollo is off. On the beach The young boy watches and dreams he was them. Soon the image Black sky White surface And a small step. Into history. (As a witness.  July 16, 1969)

Quiet in the room Storming in the mind Swirling thoughts of mayhem And depravity Run parallel and above Rational thought. Shocked faces Of the virtual victims Cause a thrill In the current world. Shame in knowing This current exists Just on the other side Of my eyes.

Another morning here at Moldy WOFT.  Yeah, Harry Handy back with you with another stream from the ether.  Ether?  Isn’t that what they were serving last night at the party?  Or was that Captain Morgan? God, I miss ‘Ludes…. Sorry, a bit of brain damage nostalgia, there.  You did notice I was kidding about that Terry Jacks song, right?  That’s OK.  We have plenty of oldies here in Beelzebub’s Crypt, otherwise known as Old Farts Radio to poke your memory.  The soundtrack of your later years.  If we were the soundtrack of your parents' later years, we would only play stuff like this. But, I digress... Kids these days.  They are all about good grades and conforming.  No partying at all in them.  Of course, with the modern day internet anything you say or do is available to be used against you at anytime.  It doesn’t even have to be a court of law.  And if it is, the judges are obligated to throw the book at them.  They are all worried about right and wrong.  They

It’s a bright good morning here on WOFT, Old Fart’s Radio.  I’m Harry Handy, your randy dandy radio host.  Have you had your Metamucil today? Good.  Here, we spin songs so old, they really should be science experiments.  Moldy and goldy. We had a programming meeting here at the station.  We call them “Come to Jesus” meetings because our Station Manager sounds like Jimmy Swaggart in a motel room with a stripper.  All fire and brimstone .   But, I digress.  The meeting really was about adding more energy here at the Old Fart, because our ratings are lousy except for the over 50 demographic.  But that fits.  The Colonoscopy Contingent.  You and me and everyone else that still uses this outdated technology called terrestrial radio.   Speaking of fire, here is song about that very subject…. …And that was, of course, the Little Bastard himself… Every now and then, we get calls.  Yes, real land line telephone calls, from listeners out there wanting us to play the

The taxi pulls up to the curb. The couple exits with their bags packed. He hails the skycap to handle the bags. Scarlet jacket over maroon wool slacks And a two carat diamond, She is the picture Of the good life. The trip was planned for years Every detail looked after All their lives they worked All of the trappings to see. Moon River is playing As they meet the group For the flight home. The Louvre and Versailles The side trip to Bordeaux, Drinking and laughing With friends. He's is staying behind. But he sees his wife to the plane And goes to his 10AM meeting. As he reaches the taxi stand, There is a commotion in the building. A plane has gone down. He stops and wonders... ....Is it? ....Could it be? He reenters the terminal. Knowing life has irreversibly changed.