Learning to Drive
After I finished driver's training, I thought I was road-ready, but passing the behind-the-wheel driver's test turned out to be something like climbing Mt. Everest. It took me four tries to pass it. The first was not entirely due to poor driving.
Is There a Word?
Is there a way to pinpoint our feelings?
Is there a word, a phrase, a song that will do the job?
Guns for the Money
So yesterday, another school shooting. This one at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Brower county Florida. Dozens of hearts were broken yesterday by the deaths of 17 of their loved ones and dozens of children, teachers, and parents were unnecessarily terrorized.
You stood by me as I walked a road I had not walked.
You cleared the path ahead of us whenever it was blocked.
You are the breeze that follows the storm.
You make the air seem fresh and new.
The End of a Romance:
You Have Loved Me Well
Apple Tree Tale
A lthough he wasn’t Johnny Appleseed
He climbed an apple tree for me.
A slip of foot, tossed him to sky
And we both found he could not fly
Telling the Tale of Sound
I walked away from driving about two years ago. I’ve never really enjoyed driving. I have always been a nervous driver, afraid that I will zig when a zag is called for. Several near misses during my driving days amplified that fear. The problem may have started on a Sunday drive when I was a young teen.
Published Wed Sep 17, 2014 |