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We did a lot of waving yesterday at our city’s annual Christmas parade.
We waved at people dressed as chandeliers, at grinches and mermaids.
We waved at dance troops, at bagpipers, at wind lasses (those are women who sail the sea)
We saluted old disabled veterans and young men and women of the new ROTC,
We waved at those throwing candy and beads…we waved at those who made it snow.
We waved to our friends who were in the parade…and so many people we didn’t know.
When the parade was over all we had to do was turn around…
and walk to the Olde Time Christmas celebration being held in our downtown.
It was when we passed Santa surrounded by children…as Christmas music played….
I realized as we walked along it was our turn to parade.
We paraded by the open shops, by our bookstore…by thousands of people celebrating.
We stopped our parade for a moment to watch people in Florida…ice skating!
We paraded by professional singers on a stage listening to their voices soar….
We paraded by a group of children singing…and I’m not sure which ones I enjoyed more.
We paraded by children having their faces painted on our walk through paradise….
and as we paraded by the food stands we stopped for some crab cakes and yellow rice.
We paraded to our golf cart and headed home…calling it a night….
and as we rode along the streets…a parade of Christmas lights.
On my walk this morning I was thinking…what a great parade…
and all the wonders we saw passing by…
When I looked up at the crescent moon as the clouds paraded by.
And I realized…when it comes to parades…I don’t have to wait for Christmas Day…
as I travel through my daily life…I can enjoy parades every day.
Parades of wonders…parades of strangers.. parades of family…and friends…
How lucky to be a part…of a parade that never ends.
TIGER THE SQUIRREL
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There once was a golf-loving squirrel named Tiger
In a golf cart, he was never a rider.
He chipped acorns with flair
Through the crisp autumn air
Sinking putts while his tail waved ever higher!
At Augusta he drove from the tee with a crack
Sending pinecones far down the fairway track
With one paw on his hip
He'd adjust for the slip
Of wet leaves—never missing a shot back!
His hole-in-one made the ‘woods’ cheer
As blue jays swooped down to draw near
With his green jacket Tiger bowed, twitching his nose
He practiced from dawn till night, for his fame arose.
Tiger, the Masters golf champion all creatures did revere!
We’ve come to know her on our walks…she seldom wears a frown.
She’s up early, just like us, and drives her golf cart around town.
Everyone knows Freddy…she wouldn’t have it any other way
Saying hi to her is a tradition…a wonderful way to begin our day…
Sometime we stop and chat…she loves to talk…she isn’t shy
Oftentimes we just wave to her as she goes zooming by.
She is an emissary…an ambassador…one of our city’s oldest living members
She loves to tell her stories…and share all that she remembers.
Today we waved as usual until she beeped and pulled alongside
then asked if we were busy or would we like to take a ride.
We happily jumped into her cart…for this adventure…we were ready
I climbed into the back…while Deborah sat up front…right next to Freddy.
She said she was excited to show us something…She knew we’d be excited too…
She drove us to her house where the entire lawn was decorated…
It was her birthday….92
We wished her a happy birthday…actually we kind of had to yell
(Perhaps that’s why she talks so much…cause she doesn’t hear so well.)
We continued on our walk as Freddy drove off fast..forthwith
looking for another person or persons to share her birthday with.
As we watched her drive away I wondered if every town has a Freddy
I imagine that they do…
someone whose been around forever…someone who’s 92…
And if you do…take the time to get to know her…
talk and wave…if she asks you…sit behind
for you never know where she will take you
or what treasures you might find…
Did you slip the noose when the witch broke loose
The Sooner’s Graveyard ain't the place to be
Justice turns it is back and dies of a heart attack
The Sooner’s Graveyard needs the change of scene
Got the money but don’t need the tension
Death is cheaper than an old age pension
There's just one thing that I forgot to mention
What have you got to lose when you know
You are guilty until proven guilty
Isn't that the law
Guilty until you are proven guilty
That's what we saw
Do the thin blue line shuffle with the inbred muscle
Waiting all your life for a golf cart life
You see the judge and then you check the jury
She does her hair and calls the US Attorney cutie
It is Frontier City under martial law
Switch on the TV and tell me what you saw
They were guilty until proven guilty
Guilty until proven guilty
Guilty until proven guilty
Justice isn't blind
It just looks the other way
Not from want of trying
I have nothing left to say
The sky burns bright, under cop car lights
Don't pay duties when your on your own death duty
Came here looking for the peace and quiet
Healthy air and a moral climate
The malls are calm but the street's a riot
Take years off your life when you have none left to give
Yeah you are
Guilty until proven guilty
Guilty until proven guilty
Guilty until proven guilty
I’m from small town homes and rose bushes overgrown, with
Close-but-not-too-close-close-knit-crazies.
Where my best friend lives down the block and I make late night trips to her house past the town curfew, because I am from just inside the city limits.
Where I can’t drive underage in a non-road-legal vehicle on the road but I do it anyways.
From hydrangeas to big dead oaks with darkened limbs and forgotten branches. Unattended to hidden ponds with sand dunes keeping close company. Winding trails through the woven pines and golf cart rides through the night.
From two tracking at 2am, to popped tires riding on rims all the way home.
Bruised up and down and scratches I don’t know how I got.
I’m from sunday night football with crockpot cheesy potatoes
to rolling blackouts and chasing charter vans down flat onto our bottoms.
Muddy heels to get to the dance and paying seven dollars to watch my hometown football team lose.
I’m from where smoking our meat and video games in the garage is a party but we are the only company we need.
From corny jokes inside and out and witty humor, none taken. From where insulting one another is nothing but love and curfews are often a thing of the past.
Descending from lovejoys I am often filled with both love and joy,
I’m from oddballs and country folk yet we have evolved.
I’m from soccer games even when it’s raining. From no quitting all the way to you tried your best.
From high- highs and even lower lows.
I’m from the land of schnitzel, pickled beer, and pizza. From ‘go play outside’ and ‘walk it off.’ Nuts and bolts for christmas snacks to ‘honor thy mother and father.’ Sunday school lullabies and don’t use his name in vain, following all the common Godly precautions.
I’m from waking up early just to see the sunrise even though the trees are a war barricade from the burning fire you long to see. I’m from the fog that made my acres of yard an abyss that I can’t see through, even though I know what’s there.
I’m from family trips and a loving home, missing it when I’m gone and hating it when I’m there. I’m from supportive love and ‘can’t isn’t a word’. I’m from you can do anything if you work hard enough, and whether you think you can, or think you can’t, you’re right.
Battle axe (For the 2nd Half) ... "At last!"
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As parents…regular and grand we’ve come to understand
We live a life of schedules…where so much of it is planned.
Yet with our aging eyes we still can recognize
moments of perfection…when they arise.
To us it is quite clear…with friends and family near
we need to enjoy these moments…before they disappear.
Our youngest grandchildren came to stay…one night while their parents were away
and we were amazed how many moments of perfection came our way…
Picking up the two…once their day at school was through
singing songs with the radio like we used to do.
To the music we ‘got down’…(do people still say ‘getting down?)
a breezy ride in our golf cart…then a walk downtown.
It seemed just like a dream…we watched the full moon gleam
we played Wii games…ate tacos and ice cream.
Like we did when they were small…we watched a movie…we were enthralled
knowing why…still wondering…when did they get so tall?
Now seeing eye to eye…with a simple hug goodbye
we smiled at our good fortune and we sighed…
Because here’s another thing…learned on the back of life’s fleeting wings
perfection can be found in the simplest of things.
This is why we understand…though different for every woman…every man
these perfect moments…we need to catch them when we can.
Est 1938
Purchasing candy cigarettes from you
Mischief in your tiny parking lot
Doing wheelies around you on my General Lee BMX bike
Renting ancient overpriced films
Buying superman ice cream
even if it tastes like chalk
Journeying to you in a battered golf cart
Friends strapped to the rear
snickers ice cream whispering our names
A piece of me died when you did
Your fate was not righteous
You were vibrant in your prime
turned to ashes and barren 2-by-4s
soot engulfing blown-out windows
like mascara after a tragedy
Don’t weep dear corner store
I know its unbearable knowing
your life ended hastily
to an abandoned vanilla bean candle
We watched our hometown Christmas parade the other day…under a clear cerulean sky…there in the comfort of our golf cart…we watched friends and family marching by.
There is a simple sweetness to a hometown parade that can never be outdone…it’s neighbors and families coming together…simply put…it’s fun!
We then joined a parade of people in town that evening for a Christmas the way it was celebrated long ago…there was Mrs. Claus and Santa, carriage rides, music, food…we even had fake snow.
Hey, it’s Florida and with the temperatures at 70° those were flakes of soap floating in the air…but by the smiles on the faces of the children…and the adults…no one seemed to care.
As we headed home that evening with the crescent moon above us glowing bright…we were treated to a parade of clouds floating across the night.
As I watched the clouds parade by…quiet and serene.
I thought about all the other parades…in my life I’ve seen.
Every morning at sunrise….a myriad of colors parading across the sky….
down by the water on our morning walk a host of birds and fish parading by.
On any given day…a parade of people we will greet…
an array of dogs and cats and rabbits…parading down the street.
A parade of birds and squirrels at our bird feeder…sometimes in this parade…a mouse…
Our friends grandchildren laughing and singing parading through our house.
As we neared home in the evening fog…touched by the ocean mist…
With the parade of parades parading in my mind…I wondered how many I might have missed….
I imagine, over time, many of the specifics of today’s parade will fade out of my brain…
But…and this is the beauty of our memory…some details will remain.
They will join a multitude of other memories…that through my life I’ve made…
To be remembered fondly whenever I have the pleasure of watching a parade.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING I AM BLESSED RETURN HOME AUDI PARKED I AM QUICKLY REMINDED OF MY DESPERATE PLEAS THANK GOD I RELOCATED JUST IN TIME SECTION 8 HOUSING SAVED ME AND MY FAMILY FROM BECOMING VICTIMS OF THE STRANGE AUDI PARKED INSIDE ON THE FLOOR A DEAD WOMAN COULD THE KILLER BEEN SENT TO MURDER ME MY CHILDREN HERE WE ARE AGAIN AUDI PARKED HEART MEDICATION TAMPERED WITH ELOQUIS FIR MY AFIBRILLATION IRREGULAR HEARTBEATS ALSO HELPS WITH BLOOD CLOTS METOPROROL FIR SEVERE CHEST PAINS MY GOD I FEEL VIOLATED ABD SAD FIR MY NEIGHBOR BREAKING IN MY HOME TO TREAT A HEART PATIENT WITH TIES TO THE DEAD WOMANS PARKED AUDI IS IT CIRO THE MAFIA THE KIDNAPPERS THE THREATS RETURN I AM LIVID ANGRY HOW DARE MY NEIGHBORS ACTION BREAK IN MY HOME USING KEYS HE REKEYED OUR LOCKS AGAIN USE CAR USED GOLF CART SALEMAN USUALLY HAVE SPECIAL EQUIPMENT TO REPLACE ABD DUPLICATE LOCKS FOR MONTHS NOW EVERY TIME WE RETURN HOME ELOQUIS METOPROROL TRAMADOL KLONOPIN EVEN VIAGRA FUNNY I FEEL SAD FOR MY BURGULARS WITH HEART CONDITION OR PERHAPS AN ELDERLY PERSON WITH NO INSURANCE