11/17/24

For E.C.

It was a most excellent  “36th birthday” . . . /s

I shared CHEEZ-IT communion with E.C. and held her hand.

I watched her go down the tube slide “One more time!”—many times.

Thinking her Dad was trailing behind her (a physical improbability), she stuck her head back into the maw of the slide, cupped her hand to her mouth, and called out:

“You comin’ Daddy? You comin’?”

How does an “almost” 2-year-old girl learn to amplify sound with her cupped hand and call out around a blind curve and through a tunnel? From whence comes the courage?… Read the rest

a strong case for “fat, dumb, and happy”

And I went to see the doctor of philosophyWith a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his kneeHe never did marry or see a B-grade movieHe graded my performance, he said he could see through meI spent four years* prostrate to the higher mindGot my paper and I was free

—“Closer to Fine”, Indigo Girls

*personal note: twelve years

17 Then I applied myself to the understanding of wisdom, and also of madness and folly, but I learned that this, too, is a chasing after the wind.

18 For with much wisdom comes much sorrow;
    the more knowledge, the more grief.

… Read the rest

two short poems to posterity fused one week apart

11/5/24

My ballot is a match.

I strike it and

Burn down a joker’s house of cards.

Fight fire with fire and

Forge a Freedom House.

I vote

’La.

(one week later)

11/12/24

Wait.

What just happened?

I’m confused.

I struck a match

and fought fire with fire

but the joker’s house of cards didn’t Burn.

(Freedom House just a “concept”)

I ask AI Chatbot:

Why didn’t the joker’s house of cards Burn?

AI: It_is_coat_ed_ with_flame_ re_tar_dant_ Lies.

Me: How can it Burn?

AI: Self_im_mo_la_tion.

Me: What do we do?

AI: Let_it_Burn_____Stand_ by_to_ launch_ res_cues.… Read the rest

american proverb

There are three things not worth defending—no, four you should walk away from:

a con man selling cheaper eggs,

a nation trading its birthright for a blow* of traitor,

a “concept” of a country,

a church that fails to recognize an antichrist when it sees one.

*spelling correct. reads as intended.… Read the rest

message to sisters and brothers by different mothers

The social media apps and texts started dinging around 6:30 this morning (we already knew).

Friends reaching out, grieving, trying to process.

I tossed a couple of scripture grenades on Facebook using the flawed “Swing the ‘two-edged sword’ so it means whatever you want it to mean!” methodology of exegesis to get it out of my system and kick a dent in the side of the moment.

Yesterday, and then again today, two Facebook “Friends” from high school (one of whom I honestly don’t remember) showed up, as if on cue, to reveal their theological obsessions with genitalia and scatology by regurgitating debunked lies in an effort to explain why it was necessary for them to vote into office—again—a white man who is a manifestly horrible human being, sexual predator, criminal, and traitor over a biracial woman who is a manifestly decent human being, the wife of one husband, law-abiding, and true to her oath.… Read the rest

A little too much off the back

T. has been cutting my hair for nearly 10 years and knows my head like nobody else in Huntsville. She has every curve, trouble spot, bald spot, and protuberance of my ample 7 ¾ hat-sized head down cold.

Even on occasions when she might be unsure of the “way I like it”, she asks me, but she also checks my “dossier” on her phone just to be sure: Thin, but longer on top (my hair grows up like a beehive, not out), shorter on the sides, with an even shorter taper down to my neck.

Over the years, she has been a consummate pro and the best barber I’ve ever had.… Read the rest

Making old things new again

Attending an estate sale is an excellent means of practicing memento mori, the ancient discipline of contemplating one’s inevitable death. Whether you’re the family left behind, the estate sale company workers who plan and execute them, or the buyers who gravitate from sale to sale picking over the material possessions and detritus of a person’s life, there is no dodging the hard facts: someone is dead, and soon, you will be too.

A fresh wave of awareness of my own inescapable—and ever close—demise washed over me recently when S. and I attended the Joffrion family estate sale. The Reverend Emile Joffrion and his wife Martha had served their beloved church family at the parish of the Church of the Nativity (Episcopal) in Huntsville, Alabama for some 67 years.… Read the rest

A wee bit o’ Irish–and some quick maths–go a long way

The question I dreaded answering came early in our recent trip to Ireland at around 5:30 a.m. on the drive from Dublin airport to our hotel from our 62-year-old cab driver, a seemingly nice enough bloke and good conversationalist, who, as we discovered after using an app to hail a cab with a set and transparent price for the return trip, probably charged us about double the normal fare (my bad for not asking his rate in the first place).

“So, do ye hav’ any Irish in ye? Any relations still livin’ here?

I avoided his eyes fixed on me in the rearview mirror, hung my head, and hesitated.… Read the rest

Down with DSH*T!

Daylight “saving” time. Seriously?

Pretty cheeky, if you ask me, when “The Powers That Be and Always Know Best” break into your house in the middle of the night and hack away at what precious few hours of quality sleep you do manage to get and can’t afford to lose.

Daylight saving time (DST) should be renamed “Daily shaving time” (DSH*T!).

One look at me on a dance floor proves beyond any reasonable doubt my lack of natural tempo, so to take my random “your guess is a good as mine” circadian rhythm and flatten it even more is not just dropping a DSH*T-dipped disco ball at 2:00 a.m.… Read the rest

Varying degrees of difficulty

Imagine a gymnast nails her floor routine. She performs it beautifully and without so much as a single bobble as she sticks her landing. She wears tape on her left ankle because of an injury suffered at the end of the uneven bars, but it holds, fulfilling its purpose.

But her routine is less risky, or in gymnastics terms, has “a lower degree of difficulty.” The audience rewards her with loud and appreciative applause, especially in light of her injury, but many recognize it as a routine that could have been performed as perfectly by any one of several outstanding gymnasts at the meet.… Read the rest

This Thanksgiving, Covid’s “not dead!” yet, but neither am I.

A persistent Covid infection to usher in your 62nd birthday and Thanksgiving is a fine howdy-do, ain’t it?

Fresh off my 6th vaccination, and just when I thought it was safe to “move about the country” unmasked in an airplane, Covid reared its ugly head in me for apparently the first time since the start of the 2020 pandemic.

It is an ill-timed holiday visitor, like a microscopic Cousin Eddie arriving extra early in his dilapidated, rust-pocked, smoke-belching 1973 Ford Condor II RV and backing into my driveway while taking out the mailbox and dumping his septic tank in the process.… Read the rest

A Eulogy for Ethan Patrick Gentry, 3/2/99-10/3/23

Ethan Patrick Gentry was born on March 2nd, 1999, and died on October 3rd, 2023. During his 24-plus years, Ethan packed in more fun, adventure, loving, and learning than many do in 80. He was the perfect illustration of the old saying, “It’s not the years in the life, but the life in the years that matters most.”

Ethan was a son, brother, grandson, nephew, cousin, and loyal friend to many who are here today. Out there, in the wide, wide world, there are thousands more who knew of him, and they all called out his name.

Ethan was blond, short, and skinny.… Read the rest

Inclusive rehearsal dinner prayer following many funerals

“Great Creator, we offer our gratitude for this moment we are in—and for life itself. Love is all around us tonight. A & Z are its source and center, and our eyes are drawn toward them.

“May Z & A receive courage, comfort, and strength as they pledge their love and commitment to each other. May the rest of us promise to assist and encircle them whenever they need us. Help us to renew our own vows of the heart, whatever they may be.

“By faith, we hold to the hope we are surrounded and supported by ‘a great cloud of witnesses’ who have lived, loved, and died before us.… Read the rest