Soon the tree will appear in Rockefeller Center and old cronies that meet once a year will meet there once again. Maybe for the last time so frail and subjective is this life of ours.

Is there going to be snow?

A hypothetical situation plotting death versus continual life in a train.

This is a poem I wrote for my grandparents (when Grandma was still alive) to let them know how much my time with them meant to me. I presented this to them on their 50th anniversary in a frame….Grandma cried.

Poem inspired after a walk through the Strand bookstore in New York City.

Long Short.

A short news report on Italy taking over the world.
(Fictional humor)

Enjoy!

To help set the scene a little;Hettie a kiwi, had met a Texan road runner on a friendly site on the Internet; They decided to take each other on tours of special places in their countries; The up shot was that Hettie just had to go see for her self; Part 2;The large plane, LA, New York.

A girl estimated around ages of 14 to 16 doesn’t remember her home, family, or her name.