Archive for the 'Writers Interest' Category


Donald John Trump has lost his bid for reelection and now he wanders from room to room pondering his fate. His team files meaningless suits to try and change the results. Nothing is working. The team efforts are futile. The work to fight the pandemic and salvage the economy is neglected. What could he do?
He could sit in the oval office and refuse to leave like a bratty kid. Could men in uniform carry him out of the Whitehouse? Maybe under dark of night.
He could attempt a military coup. He has experimented with activating (uninvited, unwelcome) the National Guard, and has talked of bringing home 2500 battle ready troops. He has millions in the NRA militia, some of whom would follow him. Our Constitution would be stomped into the mud. Trump seems to admire the political system of Putin, Xi, and Kim where he could be president for as many terms as he wanted. Where he could make his own rules and laws.
He could try to bribe or coerce some poll workers to change the election results so that he would win. That one is currently in the works. He is currently exploring the idea of pardoning himself and his family from current misdeeds and crimes yet to be committed. If he has done nothing wrong, why does he need a pardon?
I am not a slave of any political party. My political decisions are based on what I believe to be fair to all, one person – one vote, no bias. Based on the constitution with all people participating. Not always agreeing but willing to work for compromise.
Some points to consider:
Trump personally owes half a billion dollars. As long as he is President, he is protected from his creditors.
He also has some legal charges or civil suits against him from which his office protects him. Motivation to stay in office?
Other nations look to us for leadership and support. Is the lack of moral truth the image we want the rest of the world to see and believe for the United States of America?
Our common enemy now and for months to come is the Coronavirus. If we control or limit this disease, the economy will follow.
Trump hopes one of his suits will get his question of the election before the Supreme Court where his three appointees owe him a vote in his favor.


When we talk about treatment of a disease such as Covid-19 we base our studies on science. Some people say we can’t trust science because they keep changing their mind. But finding the answer involves some trial and error.
Think back to ninth grade science when you learned the scientific method. All the science guys use it.
Remember Thomas Edison? He tried 999 different designs for the light bulb before finding one that worked. A lot of failures you say? Well, flip the wall switch and see what happens. He used the scientific method on each one. This is an organized method of finding truth.
The Scientific Method
1. The question – what are you trying to discover.
2. Hypothesis – the design and prediction of results of the solution.
3. Testing the hypothesis – doing the experiment.
4. Analysis – observation of results
5. Share results and invite other scientists to duplicate the experiment to seek similar results.
6. Go back to 1.
After many trials we may develop a theory based on what we know so far, understanding that our theory will change many times with many challenges before being accepted as law. Laws rarely change and are said to be facts (Law of gravity, etc.)

[ 2 ]
A virus is not a complete organism. It cannot “live” on its own, cannot replicate or feed itself. To complete its life it must find a host cell and insert itself into the mRNA of that cell so that the virus is in control. The cell becomes non-functional and is infected. The virus gets nutrients, resources and the rest of the RNA chain.
The Corona virus likes nice, soft, moist respiratory cells that it can easily insert itself into. From there, its offspring can travel to other parts of the body.
The moist respiratory particles can travel in air currents (usually 6 to 8 feet) and can carry many viruses. The simplest way to protect ourselves is to keep the virus from travelling person to person. One way is to stay away from infected people. It is difficult to tell who they are. It would be easier if we had some type of fence or stop sign to keep them out of our respiratory system, but they rarely read signs and they are small enough to pass through most fences. If only….
Fortunately we have developed a fence capable of blocking even the virus. To work it must fit properly against your face, and cover both mouth and nose. Wearing it on your chin does not work. Properly worn it keeps the virus either in or out.
Theories concerning the behavior of the virus are changing (improving) daily. People sometimes say “Oh, the doctors keep changing their minds. Look back at the scientific method and you will see they are merely enhancing their knowledge base. As we learn more about the behavior of the virus we tweak the methods of fighting it. We are following the same course in developing a vaccine.

[ 3 ]
A herd immunity happens when a population has enough individuals immune to a disease that it effectively “disappears” The disease agent is still present but there are not enough susceptible people to spread the disease from person-to-person. By the year 2000, no cases of measles were being reported in the US. In 2019, because less children were being vaccinated, people bringing the disease from abroad caused a new outbreak. Because of fewer vaccinations we had lost the herd immunity. When a vaccine is available, the scientific key to defeating the virus will be in vaccinating 90 to 95 percent of our population. If not enough people are vaccinated, we will continue to have new outbreaks for many years to come.

Great Day

Great Day

Last Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, I went to a local supermarket to get a few last-minute items. We always seem to forget something in our main food purchases. The parking lot was filled to overflowing and I had to hunt for a spot.

As I walked the aisles, list in hand, I found lines of shopping carts end-to-end plus stockers trying to replace items on empty shelves. This would not be a quick trip.

I marked my list, interrupted occasionally by a near collision, and the challenge began to take on a dream-like quality. I saw no frowns. Stockers cheerfully rose from their shelves to help customers find what they needed. Smiles acknowledged the call for teamwork and everyone played fair.

The lines were long, but checkout was efficiently and joyfully done. As I worked my way across the parking lot, I looked back toward the storefront to see if the appearance had changed into something more Disney-esque.

At this point in the story I could pull the old gag “And then I woke from my dream.” But this is the way it really happened. Almost a week later my mind goes back to that magical hour when people realized the situation and decided to go with the holiday spirit, respectfully working together to make the best of it.



I am far behind
on my opportunities to use
those three words
so often thought, infrequently heard

I find myself wishing
for one more hour
with my parents

wishing I could go back with
my kids back to a younger age
to make up the deficit there

to listen a few moments to a friend
when I didn’t have the time

and my wife to whom
I can never say enough
I love you


The yard looked stunning yesterday.

When I finished mowing,

I trimmed round the roses,

headed the geraniums,

and walked to the street to look back on my work.

The house, as grey as

springtime fog,

with sage green shutters

was trimmed in gold by the brush of afternoon sun;

all now just a memory.

My yard is there, somewhere

beneath a pile of

cars, shingles, fence posts,

the house an open dance floor,

no orchestra in sight.

Perched like a giant bird

in the stub of a tree,

my refrigerator still holds yesterday’s leftovers

and eggs for today’s breakfast,

forever scrambled.

From a shredded branch of a magnolia tree

a mockingbird sings his joy:

for the bright sunshine,

for living another day.

I nod and sigh,

and a hesitant smile swells from deep within me

as I must,

in spite of everything,

join his celebration.


For our fallen military – Veterans Day

Fair Sunday morning

port of pearls

a child draped within mother’s arms—

battleship quays strung and fastened

swarms of flies disturb        awaken

a sleeping force gathers itself

to swat them away

fighter planes perched tip to tip

flightless, fall easy prey

Arizona, hit by piercing flare

ripped, gutted by stowed magazine

settles to her watery bed

as hundreds float stillborn within

Desperate dancers

search for space between bullets

a twisting, arching ballet

to tympani fortissimo, staccato snare

hot bite of shrapnel in treble screams

between oil and flames

a human log jam crowds the sea

with glass eyes and waxy fingers

wayward toe

torn lip that last kissed mother goodbye

others lie on stretchers

awaiting trial by triage

Uncle Roy’s dreams                Billy’s future             generations dissolved

suspended by marriage of powder and steel

in frothy, bleeding brine


Carl Shakey married Becky Tree

became my parents

so I was

Chuck Shakey-Tree

a few months ago I married

the beautiful daughter of

George Dull and Brenda Axe

my new bride, Charly

told me today of our pending child

but what a burdensome name for a child

learning to spell

Carl or Carla


Fishin’ Hole

I see the images as clear

as if yesterday

though I don’t remember much

from yesterday

My granddad took us

my brother and me

to a little fishing hole he knew

where there were sure to be fish

Our tackle – a cane pole

silk line, small hook

and a box or two of

tasty-looking worms

I saw the chuckle in

my brother’s eye

and was ready to learn

the science of the game

how to thread the worm

just so – to keep it on the hook

right away I felt a tug

and pulled to set the barb

my brother, excited,

wrapped his line around

an overhead branch, fish attached

we soon retrieved the three inch beauty

we filled a stringer with hand-sized

blue-green-gold bream

they flavored our afternoon

with pride

few afternoons since have

been spent so well

sharing fun and love

and a banquet of fish

Poor Choices

O, let America be America again –

The land that never has been yet –

And yet must be—          Langston Hughes


Children are foolish

to be born of parents

with no parenting skills

or the temerity

to be sick or malnourished

or to have nothing

and come to a land of plenty

or commit the crime

of darker skin, different tongue

as a nation proclaiming God

and rejecting His will

can we provide

for the least of these?

The Tower

As morning brightness

sparkles on water far below,

a tiny silver bird turns toward me,

grows into a screaming vulture

and shakes the tower

beneath my feet.

Orange  fingers reach through

cracks and holes,

seeking me,

hot breath against my back,

urging me along.

A young woman stands,

head pressed against the outside wall.

dread and pleading in her eyes.

She comes to me,

her fingers searching for mine.

I open them to her.

Seared by the inferno,

we spend a silent moment memorizing each other,

as dark tendrils search between us.

She swipes a fist at smudged tear trails.


we step to the window ledge.

Sharing one last glance,

our hands grip tightly.

We escape into cool, blue air.

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 32 other subscribers

Post Calendar

June 2023

Blog Categories