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The Lake
“Okay, kids,” Mother bellowed enthusiastically. “It’s time to go to the lake. Let’s get packing.” As a child, Mom’s momentous announcement could not have come sooner. The cabin at the lake was the quintessential vacation mecca developed specifically for a child’s imagination, enjoyment and physical restoration. A well-deserved summer vacation at Lake George was my… Continue reading
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When Negotiations Fail
With twelve years of experience under my belt, I considered myself an extremely adept and formidable negotiator of the highest order. Combined with two other agents, we had nearly forty years of combined training and real-world experience in the art of clandestine operations. Those skills were tested and refined constantly, especially when handling risky, volatile… Continue reading
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To Trust Beyond Fear
Although my father was a WW2 Army Air Corp officer, pilot and a veteran who flew with the prestigious and famed Flying Tiger’s under General Chenault, my Dad was more than a hotshot pilot who skipped B-24 Liberators over the tips of the Himalayan Mountains in China-Burma. To me, he was a god. Everyone loved… Continue reading
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If I Had It My Way
If I had it my way, We would go to bed together; and wake to watch the sunrise. I would wake refreshed with a purpose and begin hatching a plan to renew her love for me. She would wake to a whisper and a murmur in her ear; telling her how breathtakingly beautiful she is.… Continue reading
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The Lady in the Flopping Hat
Barreling in through the middle of Minoa, Art started to pump the brakes of his five window Ford Coupe. He couldn’t chance overheating them at this pace. The alley was quickly approaching but something had to be done to slow this behemoth rolling death trap. Bud’s face contorted and grimaced, as he instinctively slammed his… Continue reading
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The Battle of Earl
Blasting through the flaps of the tent, I splashed my seven dollars and twenty-five cents onto our makeshift war table. This wasn’t just any war table though. Crafted from the finest scrap plywood and held up with four plastic milk bins, we drew a scaled drawing of the playing field, my parents house, in permanent… Continue reading
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Contentment
As you wake upon your pillow, I tempt a bashful stare.With a blossomed heart of contentment your vision jolts me like a snare.With the Sun glistening through the linen curtains,the mist tendrils begin to rise.It’s warmth encapsulates the room, and places a ray upon your eyes.Waking with the world that you inhabit,you stretch and roar… Continue reading
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Pillow Talk
As your pillow I’ll never careWhen you snuggle me against your earWhen you bury your head and drown me In the puddles from flowing tearsI’ll never make a fuss When you whimper and cryI’ll only be there to soften And to make your perfect eyes dryI’ll muffle all your screams, Your shouts and pent emotionYou… Continue reading
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For If It Is Me
For if it is me, who brushes the hair from her face;Then it should be me, her slows her life’s rapid pace For if it is me, who gives her strength and due solace;Then it should be me, who removes the pain and the malice For if it is me, who wraps her safe in… Continue reading
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New for 2020
Today marks my first week without caffeine of any kind and running 5-10 miles each day. I’ve stopped eating meat, cheese, bread, cake or anything sweetened. The change in my body has already been fantastic! I feel great, look great and my whole outlook is more positive. I plan to make this my new lifestyle…zero… Continue reading
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Twas the Night Before Christmas by Harvey Ehrlich
‘Twas the night before Christmas and Santa’s a wreck … How to live in a world that’s politically correct? His workers no longer would answer to “Elves”, “Vertically Challenged” they were calling themselves. And labor conditions at the North Pole Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul. Four reindeer had vanished, without much… Continue reading
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Comparing Our Moral Values Against Our Elders
Remember when… “you could leave your door unlocked…” “you didn’t have to worry about pedophiles…” “people weren’t getting gunned down in the street, or at restaurants” “when you didn’t hear about a murder every day” “the morals of society were good and wholesome” “times were easier” “you didn’t have all these political issues” “you didn’t… Continue reading
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Pick Up Lines for that Hot Bootiful Mess
We all know Halloween is geared toward the kids but who says they should be the only ones getting a little sugar this holiday? Whether your little lady gets dressed up in that hot, sexy Leopard Princess outfit or not, your sweetheart deserves to get some enjoyment out of the flirtatious pick-up lines you could… Continue reading
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Unyielding Faith
I have always championed the sentiment that my parents were the epitome of “true and unyielding love”. They say memories become slightly misaligned from the actual truth of the events. That might be true, but if I am guilty of exaggeration, I make no apologies. I take satisfaction knowing that any exaggeration was skewed by… Continue reading
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Lost Goodbyes
I was twenty-one when word came from another airman that I was being summoned to the squadron commander. In my gut, I knew why I was being requested. I hastily packed my training books away and quick stepped to the administration wing. Within minutes, I was knocking on the side of the commander’s open door.… Continue reading
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To the Left of Mrs. T
The cross-town rivalry between our two schools was an epic event that filled bleachers and the minds of everyone who would lay witness to an epic battle. While the gymnasium resonated with the sound of dribbling basketballs during pre-game warm-ups, people flocked in at an alarming rate. Brother McDonough and Sister Evelyn manned the entrance… Continue reading
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Happy Birthday Tommy
On any given day, you could always find Mom perched in her comfy padded chair at the small eat-in kitchen table. Behind her the kitchen window was always wide open; bristling in the sounds and the smells that the day brought forth. It was here that she addressed all matters of importance; the bills, the… Continue reading
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They’re Not Like Bullwinkle
As I tooled through the winding roads of the Adirondack Forest in my 1972 Volkswagen Super Beetle, dusk was fast approaching. I was still a good two hours from my final destination, Canton ATC College near Potsdam, New York. My girlfriend was waiting for me to arrive and we planned a wild and crazy weekend.… Continue reading
Chronicled Memories
Be with someone who loves you more, than on the days you can't love yourself at all…
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