Not alone

That little four line poem I wrote about the little bird this morning was true.I was feeling down and out,blue,sad,depressed what ever it is called.

Just after sunrise I seen that little black and gray creature.It was chirping up a storm like it was trying to tell me something.Fluttering against the window pane like it wanted in.

Immediately I felt better.Cheered up out of my self pity.Something seemed like it cared for me.That little bird made me again feel glad I was alive.

Maybe on this Easter morning feeling all alone God sent that little black and gray bird to me just to let me know I wasn't alone in this world.

Thank you little bird and thank you God.

Biscuit run

Every morning just about 7am a fire truck siren blasting lights flashing wakes me up.Could it be that there is a fire or accident every morning at that same time?

Maybe it just a test of fire crews and truck.That is very well possible.Once there was a fire station just above Grandma's on Murphy Avenue.This was back in the old days and every so often they just tested by running down the street siren blasting and lights flashing.

Yes that must be what they are doing.Or could it be you reckon that just maybe the fire truck could be making a biscuit run to McDonald's?

Had to happen...

I guess it had to happen.I'm shattered and distraught.Maybe this is just a bad dream and soon I will wake up.

Oh I get it now.It's an early April Fools joke.But reality must be faced.One of my favorite eatery joints has been it seems corrupted.Fallen to the pressure of do gooders and know it alls.

I just seen the ad on TV.Burger King.Yep my fellow connoisseurs of have it your way flame broiled burgers, Whoppers, has given in and are you sitting down fellow Whopper lovers,and offers TURKEY BURGERS!

The humanity of it all.Nothing is sacred.

Taps

Happy Easter to you.He has risen.Easter brings back memories.

Twice a year I got new shoes.When school started and on Easter.Back in the late 50's when I was a boy there was a fad I don't think kids do today.

Taps on your shoes.I can still hear taps walking down those long halls at Southwest Elementary School.Click clank click clank.

The purpose of taps was to make your shoes last longer.Taps on the heels and toes of your Buster Browns bought from the Bargain Basement downtown LaGrange at the corner of Vernon and Bull Streets.Walk next door and the shoe repair man would put taps on your new shoes for 10 cents a pair if my memory serves me right.

I just liked the sound of taps on a hard floor.You where cool if you had them.

Guess it's hard putting taps on these designer sneakers kids wear today.Oh we had sneakers back then also.They where called tennis shoes.Two styles.Low cut or or high top basketball Keds.In any color you wanted as long it was black.

Little bird

Little bird you will never know
How you cheered me up so
Chirping and fluttering
At my window