Tag Archives: Spirituality

In the Last Days of the Swamp Cooler

As I sat drinking my coffee this early summer morning, I reminisced my summer days as a youth.  It was a time before the internet, PlayStation, and cable or streaming TV.  The only thing to do on a Sunday morning … Continue reading

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lonely

There are close to 20 million people in this city.  We are stacked up nearly on top of one another .  With all these people, I cannot find solace anywhere,  yet I have never been so lonely. I heard of … Continue reading

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Bingo— final conclusion

I raised the seat like the voice in the bathroom, told me to.  To be honest, I’ve never given take a leak a second thought. Especially,  not getting any urine on the seat, it would be good to know for … Continue reading

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Bingo part 4

In the dream I was walking to the bus-stop, I had my school books under my arms.  I looked to my right and there was Bingo.  I put my hand out to rub his fur when he stopped suddenly,  and … Continue reading

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Bingo part 2

I woke from a good dream that I had a little while ago.  I dreamed that a dog came into my cell.  It was a mangy mongrel dog that I had when I was a kid. His name was Bingo, … Continue reading

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Bingo

I don’t know what time it is.  The lights stay on in this place 24 hours a day, and there are no windows.  I can ask that officer when she comes around the check the cells.  I have 26 days … Continue reading

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Sunset in Saigon Chapter 2

Tết Mậu Thân My platoon  started on our pass that Sunday morning after formation, a few of the more religious of our  group went for the Chaplain’s mass service as soon as we were released.  I being one of the … Continue reading

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Sunset in Saigon Chapter 1

As I sat reading the newspaper,  my grandchildren played their video games at a Thanksgiving gathering,  this song started to play.  My attention was drawn away from  reading, and onto the TV screen where the children’s game play had taken … Continue reading

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A Change is Gonna Come

Yes America,  the change has come. But not the one Sam or Martin hoped for.  Sure, we can all drink from the same fountain, but now the water is polluted.  We have integrated schools, complete with metal detectors in each … Continue reading

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In the Gator’s Mouth

My grandfather was born in the cane fields of Thibodaux, Louisiana near New Orleans,  in 1873. His family was forced to flee into the swamps,  during the Massacre of 1887. He said that he didn’t know how it began, just … Continue reading

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