Before you start, google Jim Jones.  900 people drank the Kool-Aid that day and died.  

Bryan Kravitz, now running a typewriter shop in Philly, was there with Jim Jones.  He knew about typewriters and helped Jim Jones automate his fundraising effort.  He had stayed behind to keep the fundraising going, but the typewriters had been sent to Ghana and he was to follow because he kept the machines running and the cash coming in.

https://www.phillymag.com/news/2018/01/09/philly-typewriter-store-south-philadelphia/ 

Bryan had grown up in Philly, son of Lenny Kravitz who started up Lenny's hot dogs.  He decided being hot dog king was not in his future so a pretty black woman offered him some chicken and potato salad to get on a bus and join Jim Jones in California.   He says someone recently reminded him of Jim Jones ... in that people turn over their lives to an unstable person.  This podcast is a little bit all over the place, but very interesting to me. 

A rambling list of things the author remembers and wants from his past.  But, one wonders if his obsession with the flaws of his ex-wife keeps him from enjoying his life and his memories.

Proud Words

is it fear or insecurity

or just a damn character flaw

they burp up

like ugly putrid acid

burning my throat

destroying what was

between me and another soul

so quickly

a single word

burned from my ego.

Roe

2021

You will perhaps never see a window seal filled with dead flies and spiders the same way. 

A chilling poem and commentary about one miscalculation with our nuclear WMD. 

Every found a wild animal in your home?  You will find a poem about this with an interesting twist. 

Yea me.   Making some progress.  Arm sore from patting myself on my back.  Celebrate with me, for me. 

Ever stare at something on your plate and wonder why it is considered food?

Random thoughts on an upcoming birthday in a rambling stream of consciousness poem.

The Democrats would do well to listen to this mayor especially on climate change.   Really!