By the time I returned to my desk
terror struck! I remember shaving
but couldn’t remember if I put on
deodorant or not. O well, it is Friday.
No last-minute calls or summons
from the White House, Pope, or heads
of governments or like agencies. So,
my deodorant secret is safe—for now.
This blog was interrupted by an
emergency run to Dairy Queen. She
called, came back home, and we went.
An occasional Blizzard is good for the
soul. We walked in the door and she
went right back out the door mumbling
something about consignment shops.
My thermos is good for another cup of
morning coffee. Talking about coffee, I
had to go to the big Walmart for our
coffee yesterday. Odd, it is getting
harder and harder to find our brand.
Or to find any ground coffee for that
matter. I went flying around the corner
into the coffee aisle and sped past the
coffee. I put on the brakes and put my
shopping cart in reverse. I don’t believe
it! Only one shelving unit for ground
coffee. The rest of the “coffee” aisle is
devoted to single serving stuff and tea.
Ground coffee is almost dead. In my
lifetime will we see the demise of
retail ground coffee? Major chain stores
are quick to adjust their inventory to
top sellers, fewer choices. For example,
I needed #4 cone coffee filters. One
choice. That was it. Sadly, I thought
that I don’t feel much different from
coffee. Our culture treats people like
coffee. Here one day; pushed to the
side, phased out the next. I know it is
true. Our culture has pushed me into
the phased out stage. I’m invisible when
I’m out in public. I can walk in stores or
crowds virtually unseen. Will I live long
enough to see my trusty old coffee
thermos listed as contraband? And
the evolving efficient intolerant rules
of merchandising or society be applied
to people like before World War II?
Will I be forced to wear a Star of David
sewn on my jacket? And you a Cross?
(When I was a teen I swore that would
never happen to me!) Coffee outlawed?
I know what you’re thinking—I’ve been
watching too many movies, dramas, and
thrillers. Maybe. But the rise of hate, the
rise of anti-Semitism seems worse today.
What in the world is the world going to
do? What will people do in the name of
God, peace, or society this time around?
Time to hit that thermos one last time.
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)