The beauty of gray I never noticed until the other day I saw this mockingbird, a quiet beauty in gray,
She was just an old lady who lived next door. I’d wave and smile and give a nice hello but nothing more.
Martin, a very senior citizen, wants to get a bucket and knife and go hunt up some greens in a field in Alabama. But in spite of his yearnings for a big bowl of greens, he knows his wif...
This senior citizen whose face is Rushmore still squats with pigeons on the steps of the Rogers Park Masonic Templ… She wears a shawl this snowy day
The teacher tells the third grade the order of the seasons cannot be changed. Summer, fall, winter, spring arrive in order, then start over.
Old lady on a park bench hunkered down babushka and shawl snow and wind dancing everywhere
You thought you knew her. She thought she knew you. Neither was true but this happens at times at Happy Hour on Fridays
A drunk on the subway tells another drunk something a bartender told him. He says if the rich guy wins, it will be the first time
Far away and long ago stuff happened in Gramps’ life that he’d like to forget but he can’t, even though he can’t always remember what he had for breakfast, lunch or dinner. But anything...
Ginny didn’t know if it was a large pond or a small lake in the middle of the beautiful park where she had been hired right after high school to help with maintenance of the grounds. No...
They’re widows, old and gray, bent over a quilting frame, sewing to meet a deadline for the next raffle
On the road all week finally it’s Friday and he’s almost home so he calls his wife and says it will be
Ten years later he still mourns the death of his friend, Bill, such a smart man he could talk to
Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,
When you were a boy in 1948 living on a block of bungalows in Chicago right after WWII you had a red wagon you pulled behind your mother