On the first day of Christmas Dispatch gave to me… A load for Hackensack New Jersey.

Bestowed upon me by my grandmother was a mild interest in poetry. It seems more satisfying to write it than read it. For special occasions, I sometimes adapt someone else’s poem. I…

Here comes seventy, an age thought I’d never reach, golf game sucks: knees hurt bad, too many pills, daily, one each. Moving slower each passing day, diabetes and arthritis, what…

Oh Lord I’ve got those tee box blues, I tell ya my friends; it’s why I always lose. I got it bad, I got them old blues, I just can’t shake…

But first, the back story. I lost my little sister in 1978 from a car accident. Tami was just 16 and was the passenger in a car as she was returning home from her first…