• Randy B commented on the post, fried 7 years, 1 month ago

    Dude,t’s like we couldn’t move a muscle, because we were totally fried. It was awesome. The Tv, man. The TV. Pass me the Cheetos, dude.

  • Randy B commented on the post, asthma 7 years, 1 month ago

    July 4th, who knows what year, I must have been 10 or 11 years old, watching fireworks, great, grand Independence Day fireworks, until the smoke triggered an asthma attack. Independence Day in the emergency room. […]

  • Randy B commented on the post, towers 7 years, 1 month ago

    The t I remember seeing them whenever I drove or rode into Manhattan. They were welcoming, handsome, even warm in their own way. What’s there now is a spectre of what once was. Not even a shadow, but a […]

  • Randy B commented on the post, binding 7 years, 1 month ago

    The agreement was binding. And so was the regret. Apparently, that’s all she knew at this point. She rethought the past three weeks and believed them to be a dream, a blur, an irrational state of being for the […]

  • Randy B commented on the post, refuse 7 years, 1 month ago

    Oscar the Grouch was the king of refuse, at least until Sanford and Son came along. Fred G. Sanford. “How bout I give you one of them right across your lip, dummy.” The man had perpective. The man was a refuse […]

  • Randy B commented on the post, beckon 7 years, 10 months ago

    I think of the distance, beckon me, call me, want me. With eyes out of focus, I peer. Just want me, call to me. So little can be done from so far, but you can call to my heart. Hearken. Ask. Implore. Desire.

  • Randy B commented on the post, scout 8 years ago

    Scouting like a sentry, the sentry looked out. Waves on waves unfurled before him. The scent of thick salt filled his nostrils and made its way to his palate. What a way to live, searching, seeking, helping. A scout, a beacon, a ray of light.

  • Randy B commented on the post, stacks 8 years ago

    Back in the 70’s, there was a radio station that always claimed they had the “stacks of the racks” or “racks of the stacks” or soemthing like that. I have no idea now what the hell that means, and I probably had no better idea what it meant back then. but hey, it was radio, […]

  • Randy B commented on the post, celebrate 8 years, 1 month ago

    Celebrate? It’s all about the music. Celebrate good times come on! (Let’s celebrate, it’s a celebration!) Celebrate! Celebrate! Dance to the music! So much singing and dancing about celebrating. It’s funny that we celebrate during the happy times but not the solemn times. Wouldn’t it be nice to dance at a funeral? People wouldn’t dread […]

  • Randy B commented on the post, concern 8 years, 1 month ago

    Concern. That’s what they called the place, the place where all the “troubled kids” stayed. In reality, it was the town’s stigma, a place our parents told us not to go near. We were all for helping troubled kids, just not in our town. It was a small town, the kind where everybody says people […]

  • Randy B commented on the post, trade 8 years, 1 month ago

    Back in middle school all we did was collect baseball cards. Trades were the best part of collecting. “I’ll give you a Dave Winfield and a Bert campeneris for a Dodgers team card.” That was always the toughest to get, the Dodgers team card. They must have only made 5 of them, I swear. When […]

  • Randy B commented on the post, clipped 8 years, 1 month ago

    Clipped, like hair trimmings after a visit to the barber, the bond between is no longer what it once was. We’re shorn, taken apart, in a thoroughly undesirable state. What could have been, is now stopped, cut short, will never grow to lengths that could have been, even would have been? Like hair on the […]

  • Randy B commented on the post, bars 8 years, 1 month ago

    They keep me in, they keep you out. Bars. They keep you fueled with booze and cheap beer on tap. They let you climb, but of course not like in older days, when they rose above concrete or macadam playgrounds. Monkey bars. We were monkeys back then. And now? Who knows.

  • Randy B commented on the post, division 8 years, 1 month ago

    Life would be so much simpler if I was an amoeba, able to divide myself whenever things got hairy. I’s wiggle up to a pebble, and rather than climb over it, I’d split myself in two and go around each side. It’s addition by division, or multiplication by division, or something like that. I’d do […]

  • Randy B commented on the post, pepper 8 years, 1 month ago

    Oh my god, we’re out of pepper. How will I ever make peppersteak or pepper anything else? God bless the peppercorn; it’s so gentle and loving and good. Green pepper is an altogether different thing; and that’s to speak nothing of red, yellow, purple, or jalapenos. Damn, I love the peppers.

  • Randy B commented on the post, sponge 8 years, 1 month ago

    Once at the seashore, I made friends with a sponge. I found him on the beach and took him into my hand. I loved him and was his friend and showed him a good time. All he did was take and take and take. He left me with nothing, high and dry as a bone. […]

  • Randy B commented on the post, offer 8 years, 1 month ago

    It looked too good to be true, “free offer” the sign said. I went inside and was greeted by a man in a neat suit, blue blazer, deep maroon tie. “Good afternoon,” he said, his hand out stretched for a shake. “Good afternoon,” I replied. “Are you here for the free offer,” he asked. “I […]

  • Randy B commented on the post, secretary 8 years, 1 month ago

    Oh how my world would be better if only I had a secretary. I’d live my life through dictation. Lots and lots of dictation. Take emails as notes. Take grocery lists as notes. Hell, take notes as notes.