Thursday, June 6, 2019

Big Bang Theory



It began several years ago.  Edgar had decided to make a meatloaf for dinner.  He gathered his ingredients together, washed his hands and began to blend everything.

In one large bowl he placed the ground sirloin.  In a separate bowl he mixed one egg, salt, pepper, ketchup, bar-b-q sauce, and meat tenderizer.  He mixed those ingredients together before adding it to the sirloin.

Once everything had been poured over the meat he again washed his hands and then, with his hands, blended the mixture into the beef.

Over and over he worked his fingers into the meat, making sure it was all blended completely.  Once that part was complete, he rinsed his hands and then added the Italian bread crumbs.  Then he mixed it all again.

Placing his creation onto his meatloaf pan he slid it into the 350 degree oven and left it there for one hour.  When the loaf showed 160 degrees inside temp, he took it out to cool.

That week Edgar enjoyed wonderful meatloaf for dinner.  What he had not realized was while mixing the meatloaf with his hands, the meat tenderizer had softened his hands to the extreme.  Edgar suddenly had the softest touch in town.  So much so that people began to notice.

Soon he found himself the center of attention.  His name and picture appeared in the local paper, he was getting phone calls night and day, until one day he received a call from the government.

Uncle Sam wanted Edgar to train in their bomb squad.  They wanted the man with the gentle touch to become their expert at disarming bombs.

Edgar was beside himself.  That, as you can well imagine, caused great confusion. Fortunately, or unfortunately- depending on how you look at it, the government snatched up the wrong Edgar, leaving the real, soft touch, meatloaf eating Edgar behind.





Monday, June 3, 2019

Photo of the Weak





This photograph won 2nd place in the
National Conservation Photography competition.

 It took first place in the Harmony classification until the
judging committee discovered there were originally
three ducks.













Sunday, June 2, 2019

Trout Fishing in America



A strange & enjoyable
book.


Page 102:
The Cleveland Wrecking Yard
(My favorite story)








Saturday, June 1, 2019

Crouch Down




You need to keep low








so the enemy doesn't see you







even lower...











How's this?




Sleeping in




The pitter-pat of gentle rain
The quiet whoosh of summer breeze
The grind and clank of garbage trucks
I missed my trash day once again.

The pile grows throughout the week
Neighbors giving me the eye
Squawking crows will soon compete
with dogs, raccoons and flies.

Driveway strewn with orange peels
empty cans in disarray
Envelopes that carried bills
I was very late to pay.

Old Kleenex that once caught a sneeze
Candy wrappers – Hershey Bar
The quiet whoosh of summer breeze
Across my lawn it’s spread quite far.

Had I not hit the snooze alarm
ten more minutes – let me sleep
All my trash would do no harm
I instead just counted sheep.