Train to Limerick


Twas a foggy morn when I climbed on board

fresh from a game and looking like a Lord

took a  tight seat and a quick look around

we was a moving slow and making heavy sounds

a stook was up and heading for the jacks

across the green fields, men were breaking their backs

I settled in good as we crossed Henry’s bog

the stook came back, crazy as a box of frogs

prancing and mouthing acting like a ponce

he seemed to be trying for a stinking response

I decided to ignore him and fell into a dream

of the night before, men were full of steam

Clancy made the bets and I fell in too deep

the room was crowded, just off a side street

as midnight came,  we marched on past three

the pounds were piling high, the gamblers looked at me

holding all the aces someone pulled out a knife

grabbing the table’s money before they took my life

I think I got away, in a faded old dream

or did they follow planning a deadly Irish scheme?

my eyes cracked open, the conductor was standing there

my window was open blowing fresh Irish air

said there’s a man on board and he’s a wanting me

arriving in a station surrounded by some trees

before he knew it, I was running down the  bricks

and that’s the last I saw of that train to Limerick




#MeFirst movement

California sun streaks  through eucalyptus trees as a few early risers munch on French pastries, drink hot coffee and make gentle conversation at Hollywood’s Farmers Market at The Grove. Smells of dough nuts frying mix with fresh burgers grilling and somewhere someone is slicing onions. Famous faces smile and lie to each other about how good they both look. A small elderly lady sports a #MeToo ball cap while shopping among mounds of oranges, mangoes and Chinese spices.

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The #MeToo movement was born after the discovery of Harvey Weinstein’s worst-kept secret that led him to being expelled from his high perch along with dozens like him, and to live in infamous and a very deserving exile. One has to wonder why he was the fat straw that crushed the camel of tolerance? Why not Bill Cosby? Probably because the sixty plus women he raped were not famous. This new movement ladies march to is righting a multitude of wrongs while the current occupant of the White House seems immune from any such penalty.

In the past twenty years a heightened sensitivity has evolved toward the treatment of women, the mentally ill, homelessness, immigrants, gays and transgender folks, sexual behavior in general, fat shamming, bullying in many forms, race relations and certain foods such as gluten and carbs. One would think the human race is evolving into a better society and bounding toward an inevitable utopia.

It is not.

Another illness has evolved rapidly along with the wonderful progress in this world. I call it the #MeFirst movement. A great number of all age groups have come to see themselves as an impatient and irritable sovereign whose main purpose has become to never willingly wait for anything.

No matter how long or short the lines are to check out of Ralph’s or CVS, a so-called human loosely holding the leash to his service pit bull balancing his handful of items will see the line, and voice disgust at those inconsiderate bastards who conspired to waste his royal time by making him wait in line. He and Fido will frog march to the head of the line glaring at anyone, including the cashier and the eighty year old in the wheel chair to challenge his God-given right to be first. As he  slowly pays for the items and the dog relieves itself, his flesh quivers from the drunken power over the rest of us. He wins again.

Last week I drove to the post office to check my mail and lo and behold stood an affluent man in the middle of the street taking pictures (of what I never understood). As he blocked my way, I beeped (gently) and wow. The man began his Game of Thrones “the Hound” impersonation howling a tapestry of profanity I haven’t heard since I was at the doctor’s office.

Animals behave much better than this. This morning’s news showed a man demanding to board his “service peacock” on a 747 at the airport. They said “no”. This attitude “I can do what ever I want” is unsustainable. 

“and to make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: you should mind your own business, and work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders, and so you will not be dependent of anybody.” I Thessalonians 4″11-12

It makes me melancholy to have to leave The Grove. It seems so peaceful yet energetic. Maybe it’s all this wonderful food. Last week I blamed the LA Weekly for the California Colds. I decided to break by boycott and pick up a copy. Next week, I will tell you what I found.


Building The Oscars 2015 ….new pictures

I get excited this time of year. It’s the week before the Oscars. Since I live just 2 blocks from where this takes place, I have taken pictures of the construction the last several years, and put them on Facebook. I decided to share them on this blog instead for 2015. I am always fascinated how it takes a week to assemble this event and how the finished product looks. Last night they shut down Hollywood and Highland and began the work. I took these pictures this morning as the work has begun. I will take more as the week progresses. and update the blog. Each year security gets tighter and some of the vantage points I used to be able to shoot from are now blocked. In case you missed it, I have included the nominees at the end of this post. Come along with me and enjoy!















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