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 November 15, 1999 “Chanticleer* Calls”, a twice-monthly newsletter for discriminating readers, thinkers, feelers, speakers, listeners, and cogitators. THANKSTAKING I’m not about … Read more
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 November 1, 1999 “Chanticleer* Calls”, a twice-monthly newsletter for discriminating readers, thinkers, feelers, speakers, listeners, and cogitators. An older couple went … Read more
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 15, 1999 “Chanticleer* Calls”, a twice-monthly newsletter for discriminating readers, thinkers, feelers, speakers, listeners, and cogitators. CLASSIFICATIONS I received an … Read more
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
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
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
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
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
This edition of the annual cadet creative journal was a special issue in that it followed (by a year) the Spring 1975 Creative Writing Workshop, offered by the Department of English and Fine Arts. A lot of the content came out of that workshop, including a one-act play that I wrote titled, “The Unveiling of … Read more
From the Carlsbad (NM) Current-Argus, photo and caption clipped by The Carsbad National Bank, Carlsbad, New Mexico: From the Morton (TX) Tribune, “Mrs. Stockdale’s Grandson Is USAF Academy Graduate.”