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Chanticleer Calls #3

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I do not propose to write an ode to dejection, but to brag as lustily as chanticleer in the morning, standing on his roost, if only to wake my neighbors up.  Henry David Thoreau October 1, 1999 “Chanticleer* Calls”, a twice-monthly newsletter for discriminating readers, thinkers, feelers, speakers, listeners, and cogitators. Recalling Olivia Newton John’s … Read more

Chanticleer Calls #2

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I do not propose to write an ode to dejection, but to brag as lustily as chanticleer in the morning, standing on his roost, if only to wake my neighbors up.  Henry David Thoreau September 8, 1999 “Chanticleer* Calls”, a twice-monthly newsletter for discriminating readers, thinkers, feelers, speakers, listeners, and cogitators. SIGNS ON, OR NEAR, … Read more

Chanticleer Calls #1

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I do not propose to write an ode to dejection, but to brag as lustily as chanticleer in the morning, standing on his roost, if only to wake my neighbors up.  Henry David Thoreau September 1, 1999 Welcome to this first edition of “Chanticleer* Calls”, a twice-monthly newsletter for discriminating readers, thinkers, feelers, speakers, listeners, … Read more

Pity Party Invitation

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The “You Damn Right I Got the Blues” Pity Party Invitation January 21, 1996 Hello, Friend, Acquaintance or Co-worker, I guess I’ve decided to go ahead with this, so I’d like to invite you to my first, and most likely not last, “You Damn Right I Got The Blues” Pity Party. You know, it just … Read more

The One-Minute Poem

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I was going to write a one-minute poemTo tell you about my act. No, the real reason I was going to write a poem wasTo impress youWith my wit, my insight, my intelligence andMy all too transparent veil of pretentious modesty and humility. The first line was to be“I’ve built an island for myself,”Followed by … Read more