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  • The Danger of Voice Recognition

    What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?

    Humor sometimes.

    I was writing an essay yesterday.

    The first paragraph is my writing.

    The second must have picked up by a phone conversation in the other room mixed with one with my son in Berlin.

    There was a social event in our neighborhood that I didn’t really want to go to. It was a meeting where we argued over large subjects such as how many trees to plant in the park and what vendor we should hire to refill the dogs poop bags. Our agenda today was to check the speed bumps over on Lincoln Road.

    Hey, are you home? Call go how was the flight? How long was it? That’s not bad. How much did that cost you? Just just curious what do you remember? What airline are you serious? No wow that’s pretty cool. That was she says on the phone with her friend from Connecticut

  • That Like A Directive

    You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

    Excuse me while I put a baseball card in my spokes. I am out of here heading to the train station.

  • Memories of PI

    I was more of a savory than a sweet as a kid. I rarely make PIE as an Adult.

    Here are some Pies I detested as a kid.

    1. Meat Pi -Pennsylvania Dutch monstrosity
    2. Corn PI – was not edible.
    3. Shepherds Pi – I now like the vegan version
    4. Pot Pi – I wish my parents splurged for the $.39 Swanson
    5. Tasty cake Pi’s –  the blueberry was OK

    Here are some I liked,

    1. Boston Crème Pi – it’s a tangent of a Pi.
    2. Lemon Sponge – gooey weirdness
    3. Pizza Pi -from Wangers Backerei in Reading
    4. Blueberry Pie – the best of Pi
    5. Shoe Fly Pi – it is made of old shoes and flies that die on a light bulb. Molasses goodness.

    Shoo Fly pie is a classic Pennsylvania Dutch dessert. The pie has a cakey top and gooey bottom and is a rich and decadent pie…so be sure to bring your sweet tooth. 

  • My Little Boy

    He passed away a week ago, and I miss him dearly. He had so much empathy and compassion, when he passed, I said I did not want the ashes,

    The mailman just delivered them.

    We had a nice chat.

    My brain is now messed up. This sketch was from our first walk together 13 years ago.