Mrs. Claus had no idea that Mr. Claus hadn’t made it home after his last delivery Christmas Eve. Two days before Christmas she had noticed the elves sneaking more than just presents into the sleigh. Knowing no little boys or girls who would have added whiskey or rum to their Christmas lists, she filed for … Continue reading Gutter Clean-Up Needed in Aisle Five
First United Methodist Church of DeKalb, DeKalb, Illinois “Come back, Pastor, come back!! We really do love you, we do!! We swear on our grandmothers’ bibles that it won’t happen again!!” Sometimes a pastor must feel like Rodney Dangerfield. Until the snow melts, I guess Pastor will be riding his bicycle to work…………….. 🙂 Continue reading Pastors Just Get No Respect
Dekalb, Illinois Spring is the time of ultimate renewal, but Winter, depending on whether one is into poetry or into politics, can be either a time of renewal or a time of coverup. Everything is crappy, dirty, trashy, decrepit. Then it snows, & it’s beautiful, it’s gorgeous. The snow melts off, things become crappy, dirty, … Continue reading Renewal
Lothson’s Chicken, DeKalb, Illinois She repainted the back door. I love the fact that she used poultry web fencing for the door screen. She makes the best fried chicken in the universe. Not even arguably, there’s no argument about it, it’s the best chicken ever. (If Martians or Saturnians think they have a better recipe … Continue reading Best Fried Chicken in the Universe (Since1950)
DeKalb County, Illinois “Before the house-maid had lit the fire the next day, or the sun gained any power over the cold, gloomy morning in January, Marianne, only half dressed, was kneeling against one of the window-seats for the sake of all the little light she could command from it, and writing as fast as … Continue reading Morning Gloom Over the Pond
And the stale carts go……………where??……………… Or, as my Irish mother used to say…………. “Don’t get fresh with me or you’ll end up out the door along with your suitcase!” (Schnuck’s grocery store, DeKalb, Illinois) Continue reading No Room for the Stale….
(waning gibbous moon) The moon was looking a little rough the other night……….the mice had been nibbling at the cheese……………. The cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top, And the nearest kin of the moon, The creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, For, wander and … Continue reading Nibbling Away