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Nothing to do But Make Plans

Over his morning coffee he began laying out his plans for the week.  On Monday, after  teaching  his seventh and eighth combination class, he would have to hurry over to the nearby high school and get the varsity baseball team started in their drills.  Maybe this would be the year the juniors and seniors would take the valley championship seriously. Their small school, the smallest in their league, had come close three years in a row.  If no one got sick, injured, or was held out of the playoffs, they had a chance to win the school’s first baseball championship.

His fears were exposed at the last board meeting when the high school’s principal had already threatened to keep three starters from playing if their scores on the next set of tests were poor.  No  “c’s” were allowed.  He shook his head.  If the principal punished students for grades they would go crazy at a time when so much was at stake.

He took another sip of coffee. “Too cold,” he muttered.  He mixed in hot coffee and warm milk.  The smug smile on the principal’s face drove him crazy.  Didn’t the chance to be valley champions mean something?  Of course  being noted for high scholastics was great but the students needed something to bolster their goals in life.

What time would be allotted to study and practice? The students still had chores to do at home. The principal had gone to each home, encouraging student athletes to use their time wisely.  “Don’t forget that life is real, life is earnest, and you have to go after your chosen goals. If you let down even for a moment you lose in the battle for happiness. Sports and games are not really important in the schemes of things.

The teacher gulped down the coffee and poured himself another cup. If the championship meant this much to him, what did it mean to the team?  Grades should be kept up if possible, but they weren’t the championship.  Students would not survive losing to an inferior team.

Back to his own life. How could he focus on the team, his class of seventh/eighth grades, and his marriage?  His heart rate was elevated and his blood pressure was 160 over 100.  Where did she go

tonight? She was not at home and their children would be fighting again.

Maybe it was the coffee that was giving him that adrenaline rush. He was tired of fighting and arguing. They could go to dinner together if he found her and the kids before it got too late.   He hated making plans when nobody wanted to cooperate.  If he called his father-in-law, maybe this confusion could all be worked out.  He could think of no other person who would listen and be impartial.

One phone call and life would slow down.  The numbers on the phone were blurry but after the third try a familiar voice answered.  “I’m sorry. You’re too late. Your wife withdrew your money from all accounts this afternoon. The kids are safe somewhere.  They are in the custody of the court. Get some rest tonight and put your life on hold.  Nothing is important until this is all cleared up. Just go to work, enjoy your team, and have fun.”


June 28, 2017


A little precocious as a growing young lad,
Carl became notorious for being really bad.
At school he reigned as a lower grades king,
Ruling over a special place under the swings.
The little girls would swing high in the sky,
And Carl watched with pleasure what his eye.
At age twelve Carl was gangly and tall,
He was caught climbing into the girls bathroom stall.
When he was fourteen he did things with zest,
It was almost normal when he grabbed the teacher’s breasts.
Notorious for all the things he did,
“It’s not my fault,” he casually said.
Girls loved him even more as he grew older,
Energetic and adventuresome, he became bolder.
But his wild life would not always be that way,
Because a beautiful bad girl corralled him one day.
She gave him a few lessons in unbridled love,
Then showed him who was boss, when push comes to shove.
Without her love he continually grieved,
Until she finally became the air that he breathed.
Carl was notorious until he met his wife,
She was smarter and better, the love of his life.
Should you want to be notorious, be careful in what you do,
Because somewhere there is someone, badder than you.

May 19, 2017


(MEDICAL version)

So many people with numerous degrees,
Acknowledgements, honors and pedigrees,
Each contributing with all they do,
Unselfish and willing, just like you.
Climbing and wending their way to the top,
Gaining a life-long education that will never stop.
Research rewarded by new found cures,
Insatiable curiosity that will always endure.
All are determined to become the very best
At their own specialties, beyond the rest.
They work as teams though miles apart,
Connected by love, working heart to heart.
Not at the expense of others they’ve joined along the way,
Instead, locking arms and reaching above yesterday.
In unison they march, pushing barriers aside,
Creating new tomorrows, prejudices denied.
The future promises more to those that share,
Their resources combined offer superior care.
United they stand in all that they do,
Unselfish and willing, just like you.
Not just for the moment but for always,
Providing patients with longer and better days.
Many qualified specialists linked by their expertise,
Means patients are the winners in conquering disease.

May 13, 2017

But She Forgot

The People That Time Forgot (novel)

The People That Time Forgot (novel) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

But She Forgot

When her boyfriend broke up with her,


Cried on my shoulder,

Walked with me by the lake,

Talked for hours about all the things they did,

Wanted me to be there just to hear her breathe,

But she forgot I was there.

When she met the man of her dreams,


Told me how special he was,

Wanted me to meet him,

Insisted I go shopping with her to buy him gifts,

Asked me to help her write love poems (for him),

But she forgot I had feelings too.

When he became too busy to be with her,


Wouldn’t talk to anyone for days,

Partied every weekend with her girl friends,

Claimed I would be her best friend forever,

Moved in with a roommate,

But she forgot I cared.

When she became pregnant,


Needed me to take care of her,

Said I would be her son’s godfather,

Told me all the things we would do together,

Said she wanted to be independent,

But she forgot I had always been there for her.

When her boyfriend beat her up,


Lost her baby,

Insisted she still loved him,

Asked me to mind my own business,

Said I should stay away,

But she forgot my heart was broken.

When she was buried,


Looked very pretty,

Said she was sorry,

Wished that she loved me,

Left a note asking me to take care of her son,

But she forgot she didn’t even have to ask.

The School

The School
It was not the joyful cries that echoed in the halls,
Nor the memories captured within the walls,
It was not the holidays projected for the year,
Nor the kids that made teachers grin ear to ear,
Instead it was friendships shared, games played,
Books read, goodies gulped, patience displayed,
It was history and science, all the roads traveled,
Verbs conjugated, stories written, oxymorons unraveled,
Finding denominators, equations graphed, quadratics solved,
Trying to keep students focused and involved,
Understanding, adapting to, and saving the earth,
Laughter to help relieve the stress, much needed mirth,
A staff, but also a family, with many arms to catch or lift,
Those with broken hearts, angry, or who felt adrift,
Leadership and support, firm but flexible, too,
To handle the complexities of problems that ensued,
Students learned in buildings made of brick and stone,
But education received was from blood and bone,
Perspiration and inspiration was the quest,
As the staff challenged and gave its best,
Communication from home and back again,
Stirred students to stretch their weary brains,
But scores and dreams were steadily met,
As all worked together to reach goals that were set.