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When
Dan Eley gave me a website for my 50th birthday I had no idea
how it would work, what it would be called, or who would be
involved. I had some ideas...that was it. And I had been writing
for Naked Sunfish veteran Ted Kane's Crapshoot! site for a couple
years and felt confident with my work. Yet Naked Sunfish might
never have become the catalogued, successful, electronic magazine
and community it has blossomed into without the influence and
encouragement of these two very important people in my life.
Shortly after our first edition, avant guard poet Dr. John Bennett
joined our family and we were well on our way. To these three
talented men I am forever grateful.  Lens by Amy McCrory January
20, 2008: Retirement Day 21 Checklist of Accomplishments Drove
wife to the airport.
Mourned loss of Suzanne Pleshette on drive back. Came home and put on blue plaid pajamas. Let dog out. Got newspapers off front porch. (Brrr – 20 degrees) Built fire in fireplace. (red man’s fire *) Let dog in. Read the New York Times. ALL of it. Drank coffee. Mourned death of Richard Knerr, co-founder of Wham-O, company that introduced the Frisbee, Hula Hoop, and Super Ball. Let dog out. Ate bowl of cereal while standing watching Giada De Laurentiis on kitchen TV. Let dog in. Gave dog cookie. Talked to friend on phone. Talked to wife on phone. Let dog out. Ignored 8 mystery phone calls. Read the Columbus Dispatch. (Took 15 minutes) Let dog in. Emailed a little bit. Let dog out. Listened to classical music and opera. Read from Connie Shultz’s “…and His Lovely Wife”. Let dog in. Horsed around with dog. Let dog out. Ate homemade soup. Let dog in again and told him to “cut the shit”. Gave dog cookie. Took shower. Put on green sweatshirt, black sweatpants, blue socks, black sandals. Poured Bakers 7 Year Small Batch Bourbon (on the rocks) and began sipping it. Turned TV on to watch football Let dog out. Got leftover eggplant Parmesan out of fridge while 2nd guessing size of bourbon drink. Let dog in and repeated “Cut the shit” empty threat. Roughhoused with dog. (Somewhat different than horsing around…involves dog “skootching” under master’s arm.) Gave dog reward cookie for superb “skootching”. Carried in firewood and initiated “white man’s fire”. Let dog out. Set oven for 375. Let dog in. Put dinner in oven. Shielded dog from heat of white man’s fire while watching football. Ate dinner at halftime with glass of Chianti. Gave dog cookie. Cleaned up and let blaze downsize to red man’s fire. Stepped on one of 12 bones dog put in front of fireplace while returning to couch. Caught balance avoiding fall on floor. Talked to wife on phone. Resumed white man’s fire. Flipped between football and Iron Chef. Both contests close. Let dog out. Made coffee for morning. Let dog in. Missed end of Iron Chef while watching New York Giants win in O.T. Watched Lewis Black on Comedy Channel. Woke up on couch 20 minutes later. Let dog out. Let dog in. * as a young summer camp counselor I learned of a supposed Native American axiom that read: White man build big fire…stand waaay back. Red man build little fire…get way up close. |
 
War:
Never Pure, Never Easy  Avant-Envelop by C. Mehrl Bennett 
 CrazySexyCool Shadowbox Easton Town Center Columbus, Ohio * * * * * by Rick Brown
 Joshua
Bloom by Donna Maria Distel |
Scene: A small, festive, brightly colored Mexican restaurant.
Booths line the walls stage left
Visual Poem by Luigino Solamito and Jessy Kendall Weekend
Excursions in Ohio by Rick Brown There
are plenty of great places to visit in Ohio for 3…maybe
4 days. And here is the first of two (part II next issue) I
will write about. I would advise not to stay more than a few
days. This is especially true of Kelley’s Island. It’s
not that I don’t love the place. I really do. But like
an old British sports car it is always best when the weather
is nice and your plans are firing on all cylinders. I have spent
many a weekend on Kelley’s and the one’s that involved
rain and cold weather…well…let’s just say
I was happy to get home afterwards, especially when I’ve
camped. But the State Park has been revamped and is much nicer
than when Dan (N.S. webmaster) and I spent a couple “Lost
Weekends” there. Here is the beach at the park on a beautiful
afternoon last September…which is a great time to visit
because the place has less tourists. OOH
LA LA! I went to a French Bakery called La Chatelaine this morning to pick up some bread and this pretty…dark haired... "forties-ish" woman with a "Donna" name tag, dressed in her French peasant dress smiles and says "Bonjour". I reply "Bonjour mademoiselle" and order a boulle..."s’il vous plait". So she pulls a boulle out of the appropriate basket and puts it in the slicing machine, slices the loaf, wraps it up for me and asks if I wanted anything else. I tell her “merci no.” Then as I'm giving her my money she inquires, "Are you going to eat it now"? I must have looked quite surprised…perhaps even taken aback…because then she says, "The bread...it is very…fresh!) This kind of threw me for a loop…took me out of my element I suppose. I stammered sheepishly, "Probably…uh…not until tonight." And in response…as she gingerly places the change into my awaiting palm, she smiles broadly at me and almost purrs, "Just one piece now perhaps…in your car. It is very...very...fresh." And I thought...wow...she's flirting with me. I may or may not have blushed. Charming little vignettes like this...I mean...I've been thinking about her on and off all day...these are the good things in life. C’est bon. A taste of my own medicine I suppose. I don’t even think she is French. Don’t care
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