Nothing/Something to Crow About

Nothing/Something to Crow About

As I enjoy myself in Biloxi, MS, I can only wonder about how things used to be in one of the most dreaded states in the Union for African-Americans.  Looking around and seeing so many blacks, not as workers and servers, but also as vacationers and travelers, I find it...
SHOCK  AND AWE

SHOCK  AND AWE

The invasion of Iraq was titled “Shock and Awe” in relation to the devastation that followed.  With tongue in cheek, I propose that was nothing compared to the shock and awe that we baby boomers have endured during the extreme changes in social etiquette, if not...
Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?

Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?

Thomas Hardy, a British author, wrote this poem in the mid-1800s. I read it a hundred years later while teaching English at Oakwood Junior High in what was then called East Detroit, Michigan. If you think this is going to be a mournful blog about death, you may be...
Rock and Roll

Rock and Roll

Rock and Roll. Chris ‘Rock’, that is and ‘Roll’ in the aisles with laughter is what we did. About ten years ago, we attended a Chris Rock appearance at Caesar’s Windsor Casino which is just across the Detroit River from downtown Detroit. When the comedian came on...
Nobody Gets Too Much Heaven No More

Nobody Gets Too Much Heaven No More

Pardon the double negative, but that’s how the Bee Gees wrote it and sang it. “It’s much harder to come by, I’m waiting in line.” How do you perceive those two lines? Puzzling, aren’t they? Certainly, you could get upset thinking of loss and unrequited love. You could...
Good Morning, America, How Are You?

Good Morning, America, How Are You?

I am writing this blog on July 4, 2017. I saw on the news this past week that a majority of young Americans are not proud of their country. As a sixty-eight year old white man, I find this poll disturbing. While I was preparing a song list for our Black and White Like...