Golf balls and rainbows.

The bluest skies ever with the whitest cotton puff clouds along with an occasional rainbow is what we moved to in 1972. And certainly, away from the smoky gray L A basin. So, we winged away to what some travelers call paradise. Honolulu is where we flew away to. Far away about 2500 miles fromContinue reading “Golf balls and rainbows.”

Out of office and will return July one.

Just so you won’t think I fell into a black hole and will never return, I am on holiday in the Land of Enchantment. Sometimes called New Mexico. My bluetooth keyboard and iPhone is too slow to compose anything of a serious magnatude. Just short dopey statements like this. So enjoy the blather break. Chuck.

A Poem.

Soaring. A poem, By C. Ronald Curmudgeon As a cloud schooner Soaring into new once never achieve heights. Seemingly effortlessly levitating into An Azure sky. While floating ever so gracefully over crowds of Olympians on measured fields of lime green turf. The sleek cloud craft It soars ever so Effortlessly and it wings so easilyContinue reading “A Poem.”