There are things that only I and the angels know I trust them to keep their silence They come around when I close my eyes And disappear when I get the urge to do some harm There are angels that live in the bottom Of almost every glass of beer Churches are crowded with theirContinue reading “the angels”
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Saturday with Shakespeare
I think it was Shakespeare who first transcribed the immortal question: You want a beer? Or maybe the question was only implied by the imploring eyes of his portrait. As if, on cracking open a cold bottle of beer and taking a healthful gulp, he thinks: Is this the last one? And, if so, theContinue reading “Saturday with Shakespeare”
2 O’clock on a Thursday Afternoon – Fictional Humans of New York (FHONY)
It’s 2 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon and I just opened my first beer. I don’t have a job. A lesser man might feel like a failure. A better man, too. Fortunately for me, I’m neither one so I’m going to enjoy the beer. I’m going to enjoy listening to Elton John. I’m going toContinue reading “2 O’clock on a Thursday Afternoon – Fictional Humans of New York (FHONY)”