He asked me..."Whatcha doing??
I said to him..."I've been jamming to the Moody Blues"
After a slight pause he asked acusingly...The Moody Jews??!
Hey Bub...you know when Dad died?...you know Ma, the Girls and I went
to Alpena to identify Him? Well we went into a room and there was
Dad...His shoes where off and his tongue was showing...
and when we said goodbye to him I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead...
...I wish I did'nt go...
the 70's, Lake Fifteen Camp ground, Dark...
Wendy - Im going into town tomorrow
Sherm - Hey Wendy...your going into town?
Wendy - Yes Sherman...
Sherm - Well when you come back from town will you bring me a henweigh?
Wendy - Uh, Whats a Henweigh?
Sherm - About 3 to 4 pounds !
around our family tent burst into laughing...settled down to giggling
and finally to whispers...Everybody slept good that night.
I was-a pitchenem
He was a catchenum
Two brothers hanging out in the back yard.
One of the brothers wants to be a catcher
the other one wants to be a pitcher.
They conspire to become twix
the pitcher, thinking he knows/ grasps all concieves a plan
the catcher, hearing this plan, agrees readily
very short period of time later....( and a very important clue this
short time will be in the future) they are finished assembling.
This assemblage of best choices was laid out on the lawn
Both catcher and pitcher bent to their tasks
In yet another short period of time
each was done...
The catcher went down to his toes
the bird cage encasing his head
protecting it from assurd injury
the old boat cushion placed over his heart
The wind-up came without any warmup
The effort was delivered
with the will of a weathered champ
but the elbow and shoulder
that of a young, over excrting boy.
When the ball cleared the shoulder of the pitcher
it went south from there
The ball stuck, no, clung to his fingers
The ball moved
As if by providence
The pitcher watched in slow mo.
The ball reached the upper web of the mitt
slightly faster than the catcher had
The time it took for the ball to reach the bird cage...
the catcher realized that all he could do was
make a face
.... a face.
hitting the bird cage at 98 miles an hour
the ball went up and over the card board backstop
if Bea were to find it
Doc would have hell to pay
while the ball went its merry way over the fence
the door to the birdcage sprung open
the catcher going down
crossed eyed and shocked looking.
watching all of this in slow mo
started to laugh
He laughed so hard that 36 years later
he still sheds a tear
Sherm - Hey Rod?...
Me - Yeah?
Sherm - You should get I-Did-a Rod tee shirts for all your girl friends...
you know....like the dog race...!
After coming home from surgery
to remove cancer in my throat I stop by Sherms to catch up with him and
let him know that he cant get rid of me so easily...
After talking and joking back and forth for a while Sherm gets quiet as he notices the scar on my throat from the tracheostomy.
He starts dancing a little and while singing to the tune of MY SHARONA !
He sings MY STOMA ! !
While visiting me lately...
We built ourselves this.....