The Yahoo 360 Blog is closing.
I just downloaded all my pages and I will have to move the blog to another place.
If you’re a fan, check out the Pitas Blog.
Let me tell you John, when they wrote that thing in your yearbook, “To Thine Own Self Be True, … You Suck!” They really knew what they were talking about.
Everybody I went to school with has a job.
What’s the difference. I spoke out about marijuana, the war and
I used to be called Dude in high school. Now they can just call
After writing about a great many political things, writing mostly seen just by teachers, students and occassionally the newspaper and it’s subscribers I began to write poetry. I could be quite coarse in my poetry in the beginning but it became more sensitive and into beauty and truth with time. I don’t still write it.
I sought out a Guru. Maybe this was my poetic inclination. Mabye that is why I am so alone in it. Poets are lonely sorts and it appears so are seekers. Lonely and impoverished.
Make sure you read the fine print.
That’s being told to read the student code.
I’ve met my end. I can’t pay my bills.
I was updating my MLB information and I remembered playing those imaginary games in the yard. They were often called Mickey Mantle/Roger Maris but what they became were imaginary games between teams whose players we were familiar with.
I also remembered my life with baseball, playing in the Little League, not making the school teams. I was slow, a little overweight. I remember only one hit in my whole career. It was a home run that was really a single and three errors. I think the ump who was also my gym teacher helped me out just a little. My eyes tended to wander and I think he helped me focus a bit. The pitcher was a favorite and I guess I was not so he gave me a little help.
I made a great catch at the end of my little league career. I was a third baseman and I had to go back for a pop up, way back down the line and into the outfield. I could have lost focus on the ball with my plodding style of running. I was aware I was very slow and I was happy to have caught up with it . Then there was catching it, seeing the ball up in the air and sure I could catch it. It was rare to get opportunities in little league. There were a lot of strikeouts and few plays to the field. It was a happy moment for me. Some of my friends from around the block were there.