Archives for 2015

The minuets looked like they were about to topple.
They always had, but they were as stable and solid as the walls of the Grand Canyon.

Certainly, things had changed in the last three hundred and fifty years, but none of the buildings or their decorative elements had budged.

That’s more than we can say for Ackerman.

Frederick Ackerman, was a nomadic comedian and a deal-maker.

Whenever he appeared at a comedy club, the newspapers and TV stations would be trumpeting another property deal, usually one where half the city had changed ownership by the following morning. There had to be a connection between these two events.

The term “funny money” had existed for ages. “Funny property” had been tried by some headline writers…but it never caught on.

Half way down the corridor he remembered. He remembered he had forgotten the room number.

Never leave a note when the result could be confusing, he thought.

That was what he promised he would avoid.

What she said made all the difference.

Both had a smooth velvet jacket and black patent leather shoes, but they were wearing something else.

After all, in the tropics lighter clothes are suitable.

Taking the long straw.

Drawing strings across pins.

Pointing the way.

There are horizons to be drawn even in the thickest fog.

The next person is to be considered for review.

Introductions are available everywhere.

I am pleased and so were they. They told me.

Deep inside the cave there was daylight, fresh water and sunshine.

People sat on striped fabric deckchairs.

Cats licked the bowls of milk left for them.

An eagle approved.

Rhythmic realms and long roads to freedom.

As sounds deliver answers and roads traveled connect us, we can choose so many items, adopt so many ideas and hatch new wonders.

Down to the line.

And then some.