During the 1970’s I read Eric Berne’s “The Games People Play”. I was in my 30’s and unhappy in a good marriage. I was a pure game player of the destructive kind; part of my conditioning I suppose. I don’t believe I had a fully uncomplicated thought after the age of 4 or 5. Anyway, … More The Games People Play

This song always, always takes me back to 1983 when I lived on Beacon Hill. I had a small studio on the 4th floor. My windows faced into the back of other apartments. I could see so much from up there. There was a gay guy who played this for about a week and he … More Gloria

I came here to write about love; the love I find in women. The love is easy to come by and I need to reflect on it and write about it while I can. In the meantime I came across a reminder that tomorrow is Fathers Day. Fathers Day sends me into a depression intertwined … More Distraction and Prisons (U.S. Prisons that is)

We’ve had a mix of cool, dry, warm, wet weather which has favored those with gardens. I have gardens and I have enjoyed all of it. With the changes in weather I have been doing a little more writing about my youth and this short essay is a memory from around 1952. It is true … More Rain on Leather

LAWN I’m not fussy about grass in my yard. If it’s green and I mow it, it’s lawn. This afternoon I sat in my faux Adirondack chair and rested my eyes on the scrub and small trees standing by the edge of my property. The yard looked good from a recent rain shower and a mowing. … More Lawns

Such a title for a post about desperation! Maybe I should use a title like, “What Was I Thinking?” or, “Why?”. Somehow I was reminded of my early high school years and my freshman and sophomore period. Once a close friend of mine was asked by their mother, “Did George have an unhappy childhood?”. Upon … More Childhood Memories

GRUMPY OLD MAN An Analysis I’ve been sitting at my keyboard in a fit of sour-puss anger, talking trash with every voice that comes into my head and when they stop I continue to talk trash to myself. What a luxury! After about an hour of grumpy conversation with those characters that have crossed my … More Grump Attack