
621 West Main Street, Louisville, Kentucky

Behind the facade of the false front is the emptiness of the blue sky…

621 West Main Street, Louisville, Kentucky

Behind the facade of the false front is the emptiness of the blue sky…

I’m on the horns of a dilemma here. Do I drink the hot Sake and let the beer get warm or do I drink the cold beer and let the Sake get cold? Which of these two things do I do?
Wild things leave skin behind them, and these are tokens passed from one to another so that the fugitive kind can always follow their kind ~ Tennessee Williams

Before the Fall

Aftermath








What is it about spider webs? You will be walking along the trail in the deep dark woods and on a sudden a web will strike you across the face or on your bare arms.

Your startle response kicks into high gear. Why is that?

Could it be because deep down on a cellular level you know where there’s spider webs there be spiders?

Snake in my path
I met this guy a while back while taking a walk in the wild, wild woods. He looked little poorly so I took him home to nurse him back to health. He gradually got better and one night after he was fully recovered we were sitting by the fire and he slithered over to me and bit me on the ankle.
“Why’d you do that?” I cried as I lay dying.
“You knew I was a snake when you brought me home, now didn’t you?”
The moral of the story is a snake is a snake and will always act like a snake and do the things that snakes do no matter what you say or do. Be careful this fall on election day not to vote for no snakes, especially orange headed vipers.

When I moved back to Kentucky a few years ago I got into the car business for a while to make some quick easy money. I did this for a few years with a little time off to do some teaching in the Jefferson County School System.

One day while I was at the car lot a customer came in and said he wanted to take a look at that Land Rover we had on our lot. I said sure and proceeded to show it to him. During the course of our conversation I noticed a medallion hanging around his neck from a gold chain. I recognized the symbols on the medallion and I asked the man, “Say, were you ever a Philadelphia Police Officer?” “Why, yes,” he answered, “But I retired from the force to move down here.”

“Oh, I see. Well, I lived in Philly for 18 years and I recognized the medallion. What made you decide to move to Kentucky?”
“The cost of living is much cheaper here,” he answered. Which is true. “And I got a job teaching kids with learning disabilities here in Louisville. It’s an easy $50,000 a year. You should give it a try.”
“I just might,” I answered. Little did he know he was the inspiration for my short lived career as a teacher.
As we got to know each other a little better during the demonstration process he let me know that he also did a couple of tours in Iraq.
“Wow!” I said. “Let me ask you, I just have to know, what was more dangerous, Philly or Iraq?”

Without an instant’s hesitation he said Philly. I smiled because I was pretty sure I knew the answer to the question. I thanked him for his service. I didn’t sell him the car, but I got a good story out of the deal.

Is sex a vice?
This is a photograph of a Sex Shop on South Street in Philadelphia.

Trenton makes, the world takes.
I woke up this morning nine stories tall to
the sounds of jack hammers and back up alarms.
Tolling church bells joined the cacophony of
wailing sirens that screamed like demented demons.
The sounds of a city come to life
Trenton, a city of broad backs and stiff pants.
My building is a cuckoo’s nest.
Ah Trenton, ah world, ah so!

All is emptiness under the moon….