I knew Your Father

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I knew your father, a way you never did

sitting at a bar, a little off the grid

He became my friend, a teacher, a time

his stories enthralled me and then became mine

his friendship was real, honest and true

He was consistent, easy to turn to

Like father and more, he became part of my day

drinking and talking, never a cliché

We didn’t always see things and completely agree

but our friendship was deeper, I was made to see

What he saw in me, I never understood

he carved out a table of ancient redwood

Beer and wings, sometimes a little more

I hope we meet again, on a distant mystical  shore

Now he is gone, some days I feel a bother

I’m just glad I can say “I knew your father”




Sweet August

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Ahhh sweet August…the Everest of summer time

hot days and nights – sidewalks chocked with tourists

boats with bright sails smoothly drifting by

the park – ahhh the park

BBQ and wine – guitar strumming and love poems

cool dark movie theaters with giant boxes of popcorn

every day is a gift with an hour glass

only thirty one days – then gone

cheap watermelon and a walk among the trees

a season of reflection – slow down – look around

a song bird tells me how sweet it is and that winter will erase all of it

tee shirts, shorts, sandals – that’s all

bike along the ocean and smell  life in the salty air

memories flood and leave – childhood

dusty old roads and scorching baseball afternoons

fruit and vegetable delights fill the markets

zen evenings watching the sun retreat

full moon madness and tales of werewolves

sweet August and another year going by


Taking the Air


eighteen eighties western frontier bound

late in the evening when only a prairie sound

cowboys and gentlemen in all their affairs

would walk the night streets and “take the air”

a customary routine from a simpler age

to lay aside all troubles, discouragement and rage

today this seems zen like, so Buddha, so rare

to walk down the street and breathe the local air

hustlers and drifters, joined the silent share

to shut up and just take in the night air

profound and so common, anyone could

life would be different, uniquely so good

cool and refreshing, a lesson from the past

to slow down and enjoy, not breeze by so fast

to rise up and leave that comfortable chair

join the old cowboys and take the night air


Around the Fire


Under six hundred year old trees as thick as a car

sitting on the grounds where the Chumash lived for

thousands of years

Cool night air cleansed by the salt water waves

sounds of nocturnal night beasts

City voices silence and die a city death

wild nature soothes the smoky soul

the sun is down and heading for Asia

thoughts are born – thoughts that never lived before

ancient stories come calling – myths begin to chant

and dance

voices from the netherworld

disconnected from evil electricity and opinions

you take notice – things are different

a refreshing waterfall of peace trickles

in a tired blood stream

visions of old wars and journeys burn

in the flames

knowledge prances in the night air

inviting you to engage

put another log on and wait just a

few more minutes

two lane black tops back in the 1950’s

Kerouac – California

Steinbeck upstairs typing away

Kennedy giving speeches and Castro smoking cigars

Eisenhower and Mamie

two tone shoes and Bill Haley and The Comets

Buddy Holly and the crash of the Iowa plane

Polio sugar cubes and flat top haircuts

Cheap gas and high grade V8s

Chrome ideas and hula hoops

the fire dies low and tree frogs croak

bed time

The Car Wreck #5


Butch Teeterman’s life had become a high wire balancing act. Between his growing business that dealt with daily emergencies and his secret trysts that required its own stream of income, he depended on Edith Clancy, his secretary, to make it happen. Edith had been with him since she graduated high school and was a perfect fit for Teeterman Plumbing. She dealt with the whole enchilada: billing, payroll, banking, scheduling, hiring and firing. Edith also handled all of Butch’s personal affairs, so to speak. To maintain his balancing act, he never went anywhere without telling Edith where he was. Edith liked Butch and was well compensated for her various tasks. She sympathized with his philandering and didn’t like Mrs. Teeterman.

The morning Butch hurried into the Holiday Inn, trouble was brewing. Not anything large, just an ordinary problem, the kinds he handled every day. But there was a combination of other factors. Butch had postponed the last two sex appointments with the school teacher, and it took a ton of begging to get her to agree to this one. The teacher had told the school she had a doctor’s appointment and had to return after lunch. She had already checked into the room as Edith had prepaid the charges the evening before and had a key waiting. Butch breezed past the desk and down the hall full of lust and sexual anticipation. He gently knocked on the door and waited. The teacher cracked it open and glanced at Butch. She opened it wider and allowed him enough space to enter. It didn’t take them long to engage in a passionate make out session and be naked. They stripped the covers off the bed and were getting into position when the phone rang.

Butch froze.

“Don’t you dare answer it.” She muttered.

It kept ringing.

“I have to. It must be Edith.”

Butch stood nude and answered the phone. It was a problem, a big one.

Teeterman Plumbing had installed all the plumbing for Donna Jean Ramsey’s new house. The foundation (which had nothing to do with Butch) was not cured properly and cracked and shifted regularly, causing severe plumbing issues. Butch was going insane with her demands for repairs at no charge. Donna Jean threatened lawsuits and disconnection of Teeterman’s phones, all of them.

Butch, listened to Edith describe what was going on.

The house had another leak and was being flooded.  In the past, Butch would  oversee the repairs, so when another leak would occur, she would always call and threaten him personally, never the concrete company. Butch was going insane with her demands and threatening lawsuits. This morning was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back.

Edith recounted how Mrs. Teeterman’s phone was disconnected and had walked to the pay phone at the drug store and called, very upset. Donna Jean had called even more upset. She had received a call from her neighbor, Old Man Taylor, who was watering his begonia’s, when he heard a pop, and the unmistakable sound of water. A pipe, in the wall of her house had cracked open and a river of water flowed inside her living room and soon cascaded under her front door, across her yard, and into the street. Six inches of water flooded the street. Her newly purchased Italian couches were soaked and ruined along with the exotic rugs they sat upon. Old Man Taylor relayed this to her and was cut off before he told her he had called the city to shut off the water and they were enroute. Her first thought was how she had neglected to call her insurance agent to report the new items getting ruined. Donna had the Teeterman’s home phone disconnected and then called Edith to inform her the lawsuit was on. Before Edith could find the number where Butch was meeting his lover, Mrs. Teeterman called from the drugstore’s pay phone to complain of her lack of service. As Donna Jean Ramsey was burning rubber out of the phone company’s lot, Butch was listening to how many problems he had at the moment. Curses rained down from the woman in the bed as Edith told him to hurry over the Ramsey home.

Butch wore only pants as he ran out of the Holiday Inn barefoot. All the frustration of his life bubbled inside him as he started up the Ford work truck. Donna Jean was doing eighty miles per hour ten minutes later when they met downtown by the Barber Shop. They crashed into each other in a mess of metal and glass,the kind most horrified onlookers had never witnessed, including Uncle Jimmy.

Later on, well into adulthood, Virgil Cherry pondered what could be learned from Butch and Donna?


The Car Wreck #4


Virgil Cherry only got the highlights about Butch Teeterman and his escapades the day Uncle Jimmy was unraveling this story. Later on he learned about the details of the Teeterman’s unhappiness and what led to that fateful day. It was about the time he also heard more about Donna Jean Ramsey.

Donna Jean Ramsey was a model hometown girl. She made C’s in school, never questioned authority, made the cheerleading squad, and married the first guy who asked her. She loved the town and defended it when a relative or someone passing through let their thoughts be known, calling it a “shit town” or “the capital of bum fuck Egypt”. Donna went to work for the telephone company and made good money. However, sometime life doesn’t love you back.

She found out why she wasn’t getting pregnant very soon. It was her. She was barren and there was nothing could be done. Her husband changed over night when he got the news. A month later, when Donna Jean got off work, he was gone. He had packed half the household goods into his pickup and left her a note, saying he was California bound never coming back. The house was in her name, because she had the necessary down payment and credit, so that was that. For the first time in her life she began to question things.

She sought promotions at the phone company and excelled within its structure. Donna Jean built a new house and started driving the latest Cadillacs. She took up golf and joined the local country club. She was the epitome of success, especially for a female in this era. But material things only go so deep, they can’t love you back. She dated a few men but since she out earned them, they were insecure and boorish. One Saturday, she was having brunch alone at the country club, when Allison Porter, one of golf instructors, asked to join her. They talked golf and how Donna Jean wanted so much to improve. Allison invited her to join a golf group of business women who played every Sunday. Donna not only got better at her game, but made fast friends with the other players, especially Allison. She and Allison started a habit of staying after the game and having wine in the clubhouse or catching a late movie.

After a few weeks, Allison made a pass at her.

Donna Jean Ramsey forsook all her small town rules and blossomed into a closeted lesbian. Discretion became mandatory for this relationship to have a chance. Motels in neighboring towns were used for trysts, and big city trips were frequent. The pair dreamed of living out in the open, but knew the cost of their jobs and all things essential to life in a small town. They both resigned themselves to a quiet life of occasional sex and dinners together.

The day that Butch Teeterman walked into the Holiday Inn to meet his lover, the school teacher, Donna Jean Ramsey was busy at her desk at the telephone office.

The conclusion will post on Friday, August 24.

The Car Wreck #3


Teeterman Plumbing by then consisted of seven trucks, an office, and twenty three employees. Butch had several commercial construction jobs going at the same time as well as being the one to call when something leaked, burst or wouldn’t drain.

Butch’s success didn’t include his marriage. On the surface it did. He married a gorgeous red head whose father was in the diamond business and traded stocks. Her family was dismayed this low life plumber seduced and charmed their lovely daughter, and never missed a chance to mention the fact. They were red faced embarrassed that her husband’s money came from unstopping toilets, and his knees knelt on piss stained floors. When Butch became the area’s leading plumbing contractor and he built a three story home on sixty acres, her family shrugged it off as they praised the bankers and lawyers in their circle. Butch Teeterman would never get their respect even with a law degree and bank ownership. His wife eventually succumbed to her family and lost all interest in her husband.

Butch began to drink. He would think of how his life was forced on him by a bitch aunt that, when she remarried, she left town with out a word of gratitude. He turned lemons into lemonade. Septic tanks full! Butch gradually lost interest in his business and began to chase women. He stayed out late and bought dozens of rounds at local watering holes. Many times he ended up screwing in the back seat of his car and not remembering who she was, or what she looked like. Butch Teeterman’s wife took notice and inspite of her coldness toward him, became angry about the cheating. People started talking.

Mrs. Butch had loved him at first, but the attraction subsided in the current of her family’s hatred of him. She thought her feelings would triumph; she could bend the family’s will into respecting her dirty, blue collar lover. She found out how strong the ties of blood can be. She went through phases where she began to just ignore Butch and thought that would please her mother and father. All that accomplished was to hurt her husband’s already bruised feelings and esteem. She rejected him sexually for months. In return, Butch stayed out late and came home with smells of beer and perfume that wasn’t hers. Mrs. Butch became lost in this swamp of life and only felt anger. All the time.

Mrs. Teeterman followed her husband to late night trysts in bars and cheap motels. Her anger grew into seeking revenge. Butch Teeterman was deep in affair with his wife’s childhood friend, an elementary school teacher.

The day of the car wreck, Butch was walking into the Holiday Inn to meet the school teacher for an afternoon of illicit fun. Mr. Accuff called it sin later.

The next installment will be on Wednesday, August 22.

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