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This road trip was endless, running from one tourist trap to another in the misty rain. Jerry had to admit, “The Museum of the House Cat” and “Goats on the Roof” were fun. But did she really have to hit every tchotchke shop like it was the last day on earth? He fought tooth and nail not to go in them. But Martha was THE WIFE. Dutifully, he dodged the rows of Mommy tanks to stand bored in front of Jesus snow globes and “hand made” dream catchers, only to have her complain about everything being too expensive.    A double billboard came in to view. On the left was for the “Can’t We All Get A Loan?” pawn shop. Cute. It reminded him of the “Free at Last” bail company next to the jail. One of those jolts they make you remember the business. The other board touted “The Casino at the End of the World.” That would work. Gamble yourself broke, pawn your car, and then you can die.    “Oh, Jerry. That casino looks fun.”   “Yeah. Doesn’t it?”   “Oh, please. You only live once, yo

I have a number of characters that I have developed over the years. Kari Summers, Jerry Goldstein, Jeremy Allen: they all represent a piece of my personality. I’m going to pull one out of the vault I haven’t worked with in about 30 years: C. Hartridge Heath IV, Esq., Attorney to the Rich and Useless.   *************************************   “Glad to meet you on this beautiful Atlanta day. But you can’t tell it in this dank drunk tank. The name is Hartridge Heath, most everyone calls me Hart. Glad to meet you. As you can tell by the ‘esq.’ behind my name, I am a bar certified attorney. What kind of law, you ask? Any law that supports the American Pie way of life, Son. And don’t you forget it. Truth, justice and estate loop holes for the right folks, like me. My family tree comes with ties to Nobility! Why I can trace my lineage on my mothers’ side to William the Conqueror when he raped some local lass on his way through. At least that’s what the Pari

There Bobbing On the dock Golden sun shines From a bowsprit view To the wide harbor pass Anyway the wind blows, I’m Open to the sea. Meet me, Captain Saint Lucifer Darlin’ I’ll be there. To buck the seas and drink the teas Of dream lands far away. Don’t stay at the bridge, Let her go where she may. As we meet Our watery grave. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic (Any way the wind blows): Colleen Keller Breuning Song Lyric-”Meet me, Captain St. Lucifer Pic: Sallon Newlove Pic guesses: Dream Land (in blog), Cave, Sanctuary, Isaiah, Sunrise, Sauron, Perch, Spirit.

Hey, Heidy and Howdy! It's your old buddy, Harry Handy floating along the Geritol trail. Over the years, people have asked me: "Harry! Is you life only moldy and oldie?" No, not really. I do wander what they refer to as "Socialist Media" from time to time to get ideas for good ol' WOFT. Let me guide you oldsters in some of things available. Trolling along one day, I found a second generation Hippy couple walking the talk about being off the grid and out of the MAN'S grasp: The wife, Esther is the daughter of Carla Emery who was one of the ultimate Hippy Chicks. She's got some interesting things to say And then there is this youngster living the ultimate "Year Off Dream" And when you select any of those, the YouTube algorithm sends you down the rabbit hole of crazier and crazier stuff. Yep, clear out before the bombs come...Where have I heard that before? A good reminder that no matter how the kaleidoscope changes,

Looking out window To Sunday morning sunshine Empty street below Coal dust blankets cars Delivery truck brings meat To the starving ones Man reads on voting   Not intending to join His lover in there The secret to get Ahead is getting started With a coffee cup Topic- Doris Emmett Pic- Sallon Newlove Pic Guesses-Streets cape Coal Dust (in blog), Delivery (in blog), Empty Street (in blog), Midtown, Sixth Ave., Diner,