It has been almost 40 years since I immigrated to America. I was born in Wales, GB, then raised in Lancashire England until I was 10 at which time my family immigrated to Canada. I grew up and was educated in Ontario, Canada. After finishing school I applied to immigrate to America. I then spent the next 4 years visiting the ... More..

Growing up after the Second World War is what made me into a writer. I was born 8 days after Pear Harbor was bombed. My first recollection was my Dad was serving overseas in the armed forces and my Mom worked as a teller at a Bank. I was left with two little old ladies who lived next door in the apartment complex whi... More..

I knew it was time to retire when my wife gave my favorite suit to Goodwill and a teenager showed up at my door wearing it on Halloween night dressed as Al Capone. I knew when I threw away my alarm clock and let my bladder wake me up at 7am every morning. I knew when I mentioned Pearl Harbor to my Grandson and he said... More..

One morning, I happened on a divided path in a yellow wood Then realized, it was like the one where Robert Frost once stood I stopped and stared afar, wondering which path I should take My view, was obscured, by the growth of the underbrush's rake I looked for wear, on each trail, for trodden grass and brush For othe... More..

A life of writing can be fun It is not true that writing is a thankless job. Send your work out to publishers and it will be returned with many thanks. The very first thing I submitted to magazines was accepted by every one of them. It was a check for a subscription. The next thing I sent was a story stating I was not ... More..

Sex does not really mean a thing At my age I would rather sing I know when I forget to zip it down Some women get an awful frown Then when I forget to zip it up They recommend I wear a cup I think God got it all so wrong He should have made sex a song Then I could have had a joyful fling If gals were allowed ... More..

I sometimes climb a tree behind my house Where I watch the world and love to grouse Up in its branches I feel completely free As I watch people pass by from my tree Each tangled and caught up in some branch of life I have always tried to help those filled with strife My pictures and words have betrayed my views T... More..