My North Dakota hurricane.
My North Dakota hurricane. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Travel
Please dear Jennifer. Come to Monterey.
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. It was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal; I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading
Once upon a time. For a kind memory.
Once upon a time I found you at the mall walking and I kept a distance from you. I was just looking at a sweet dream lost. I wondered did you remember me?… Continue reading
Cherry wine and a lovely Hope winter song.
Cherry wine. Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing.Today my folly, today my… Continue reading
Run away with me. And a lovely Carly Rae Jepsen song.
Run away with me… Sweetest and prettiest gal in Ann Arbor told me. Please run away with me. Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take my hands. Hand in hand,… Continue reading
My North Dakota hurricane.
My North Dakota hurricane.. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel?
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel? Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading
My January song.
The January song. I told the Winter sky; I am in the January of my life. I asked the Lake St. Clair, did I do enough? I slowly built my mini-rock garden of… Continue reading
Dear Florence.
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring, and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
Home of the rising sun, New Orleans.
Home of the rising sun, New Orleans. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 and I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with… Continue reading