October Memories
I had to look up the date again. And decided to post this, written in 2005. ***** Every year, the beginning of October forces me to recall the exact dates … Continue reading
R.I.P. Dianne
“Guess who died.” A statement, not a question, from Dianne, that I got every week. She was already “on it”— hours, or even minutes, hot off the presses. Then a … Continue reading
Bert Sommer in Brockport (“it was the ’70s”) . . . and a bit of my M.O.)
I am casting a net—hoping to pull in a catch of informed insights, quirky anecdotes, and pithy quotes from people I have never met. Telescoping back more than fifty years—and … Continue reading
Special Delivery
I opened my front door to see the familiar arrow swooshing toward me on a sizable box, as a question mark thought-bubble rose to meet the falling autumn leaves. I … Continue reading
This End Up – a poem
You once told me you’d end up in a cardboard refrigerator box under an overpass. “Oh Neil” I laughed. You loved to make me laugh. You tucked me in … Continue reading
Sharon Watts Writes 