That’s one small step for my kind,
A giant leap from pen to published pages.
Boston, I have no problem shouting out my excitement:
Scribes, artistes, readers, people of the world,
Please consider reading Massachusetts’s Emerging Writers: An Anthology of Fiction
Because a short story of mine just got published!
Although it is “only” a short fictional piece, the publisher contacted me and asked if I would like to submit an entry. Legitimately a wonderful opportunity. I was approached unsolicited and my piece was chosen among others for final publication.
Do check out my story; and see what else Massachusetts has to offer:
Patriotic at heart.
In memory of the fallen.
We were young and eager to get to the party, which was 100 miles away, but we had a fast car and high spirits. We were stoked to go to our first college bash. We had made plans to meet our friend, who told us about the fun frat event. Along the way, we joked and toked, or toked and joked. By that time, we weren’t sure which came first. Then somehow, we took a wrong turn. And another wrong turn. Until we decided to just screw it, and stick to our own party.
Gladys Knight graced the stage tonight, singing among others, her most notable songs:
- Midnight Train to Georgia
- If I Were Your Woman
- Neither One of Us (Wants to be the First One to Say Good-bye)
- I’ve Got to Use My Imagination
- I Heard it Through the Grapevine
- Best Thing that Ever Happened to Me
- Help Me Make it Through the Night
She didn’t look her age of 73. Her voice sounded as good as when she was a decade or so younger. Excellent performance!
A sample of another recent performance (January 2018):
Opening Spring Fling in Florida – Part 3 of 3
South of Jacksonville,
Northeast coast of Florida
Sits St. Augustine.
Colonized by Spain,
Oldest city in U.S.,
Briefly British ruled.
Flagler spurred its growth,
Menendez spread religion;
Their legacy shows.
If you missed:
Opening Spring Fling in Florida – Part 2 of 3
Our return to an expanded Disney Springs.
(sung to the tune of Abba’s Fernando)
Can you hear the gasp, Orlando?
I remember long ago when souvenirs were less than this
On a fire sale day, Orlando.
You’ve come a long way from a few shops to miles of chains
I could hear the constant ka-ching,
And sounds of consumerism from all over.
They are so many now, Orlando.
Every hour, every minute a sale is made
My eyes are glazed, Orlando.
Every turn I make, there’s a character from the past and present,
And I’m a little ashamed to say,
The sights and sounds still impress me.
Part 1 of 3
My family and I had our own mini-celebration just a week before Major League Baseball’s Opening Day on March 29th. We went for a brief visit to Florida, where we stayed with friends and, among other things, went boating in Kissimmee, bopped around in Orlando, and enjoyed the beaches and downtown sites of historic St. Augustine. This was our way of welcoming the new season with faces turned to the sun and arms open wide to embrace the warm weather (even though we experienced two more nor’easters upon our return home). Not to be deterred, our recent memories of good times mixed with sunny days and beautiful evenings will be presented here and in the next two posts. It’s just a reminder for those up north that spring will soon feel like spring!
Kiss-a-me, Why Don’t Ye?
Laughter fills the air,
As old friends toast,
Listening to Margaritaville
And other oldies from the ‘70s,
Eighties, and 90s,
O, Sun, kiss-a-me,
Why don’t ye?