A good life has maybe eighty-years until it crumbles with age. You only have so much life until it’s gone with the years. A trip to the past is my endless hurt of times gone by. 'Cause as the young years wear on , they take us to the getting old years Yeah, sooner or later, time's does take a huge toll on the years. That I could look at my whole life and try not to cry. Life was meant to only last so long stories of our life’s. Memories of my life does anything really last forever? Sometimes life just gets the best of us. How many times did I pick myself up off the floor. The bounce of getting ..read more

Over the years at the tables I have laugh, sighed, been reflective crazy mad and at times sadness would fill my soul. But tonight, such grief and anguish caught me by a quiet surprise as such a special family came to my tables of life tonight. It was late here when I got home. But like a hundred other stories of life at the tables this story needed to be told of this family and their loss. “See you again” by Charlie Puth plays softly in the background as I sit down and do what I do best. Lee you have a party of eleven sitting in a few moments the hostess called out handing me the menus. It wa ..read more

The car seems to be going a wicked 102 But the speedometer says a slow 32 The air outside seems so one dimensional kaleidoscopic play of colors running in slow stream across the night sky Cut out trees of paper fly by as our priest driving chariot heads to where Moves down the Green St. of this acid driven ride maybe to know where reality speaks “trace ya with us” says the man who is counting his fingers of course, I am here where else could I be ~ oops where is here? 1977 ~ trace ..read more

Beep, beep, beep, Kind of a pleasant sound the man thought glancing at the ceiling of the hospital room. The room was brightly lit but he didn’t care it was his time. The sting of IV’s in his old arms hurt just a bit but the warming effect of the drugs was kicking now. Sounds of mummers of the doctors and relatives were talking in hush whispers off to his left just out of view. Guessing they think my hearing is gone or something I am still so alive. No need to worry I have just had the best last day of anyone who has ever lived. Thinking back on the day he realized it had hasten his own demis ..read more

A lonely moment in 1975 After three days of drinking and drugging with Joe and Skip. I got this inkling to head on home to my apartment up on Winter St. So, I'm walking down Middle St. soaking in my own sweat. More of a stagger head hung low it’s 4 or 5 in the mornin' the thumb is not working. One of the few days I am not working at the joint up on Bridge St flipping burgers. The sun's coming up and the birds are out singin' Wend my way up that stairway the elevator not working Sixty-three steps later I let myself into my pad My clothes hit the floor piece by piece I am five once more Stretch ..read more

So much hatred for this place called home. Never was over the years it never felt like home the viciousness’ of a mother and sisters was over whelming at times a drunk father who found the time in a bar chair and stinger drinks were of more comfort than family life. A mother who spent her time chasing another man forsaking her husband namesake son because of a name. Yes, mother invented child abuse. But I realize today it was because of husband abuse and the inability to fight back she took it out on his named son daily. Sixty-five years later I forgive you. Don’t you dare be so petty or smug ..read more

The first son of my son arrived the other day, brother and sister born hand in hand. Oh...what a wonderful bond. Who would have known two would be forever torn apart? When Liam said goodbye to his sister, Keira, after a few brief moments of togetherness, who would have known they would be forever torn apart? The pain in my heart, the tears in my soul are forever. I will never get to babble silly baby talk, get a smile or two, or croon the sleepy lullabies I wanted to sing to you. I wanted to rock you in my rocking chair, rock you to and fro. Grandfather’s arms are not meant to be empty. From ..read more

Dearest daughter, It is my hope that you at least take the time to read this letter and not just discard it like some sort of annoyance from a stranger from your past. I am not a stranger but your dad. {A term I am sure you do not care to hear.} But like the song goes, “Sometimes goodbye is a second chance.” I have tried to talk to your brother, but it was useless. His hatred was intense and for no reason. There are always two-sides to any story of life. Devlin has chosen not to listen to mine. He is his mother’s child that is obvious. From what I know of you, you are your father’s daughter ..read more

Only a few of my friends know of my special love for my son Paul and the reason behind it. From day one Paul gave me a reason to grow-up and live as an adult and try to live a better life every day. I had too for his sake. The years have quickly pass and my little man has become a dad with his own set of problems of day to day life. I called him yesterday to chat about life and my granddaughter Keira. During our talk about the new CONID-19 going around. I asked him what plans he had made for his daughter if the unthinkable happen to him and his wife. What would happen to Keira and her day to ..read more

I called my son Paul today, it had been some time since we have chatted (months) and I was worried that somehow that even with thousands of miles between us I had somehow messed up something between us. Then there is always some family member (who just doesn’t like you) trying to make sure life with your child will crumble. Or worse something was wrong with him or his beautiful wife. “Hi Paul son of mine I haven’t heard from you in a while, is everything ok?” Holding my breath, I waited. “Hey dad, yes sorry I haven’t called you in a while, but we been busy, and time just seemed to slip away ..read more