It is gospel with us that you must do things for those you love.
There, in his barn, I was a listener as well as a watcher.
Tools move to him, are drawn by his hands.
On getting too big for your britches.
A lady without question, but not to be fooled with.
91 year old contributor Tom Sheehan has some words of wisdom on getting ahead in the game.
I divide time owned – before and after laughter, before he went blind and all after.
An awed love affair.
Once a sheer edge of moonlight, a reflection hung in my mind of a whole night’s vision, the smell and the sound of it all, the touch of things as they were.
Appetite makes different folks of us all.
Dissecting the odd and awed sources in the spoken language of our common use.
How to remember comrades, friends in words, images, or the wallet on your hip (or “What’s in Your Wallet?”)
I am a brother to all who are dead, we all wear the rags of war.
There is no mouth, no voice, but a place…Saugus!
Poet Tom Sheehan “lived and died” with the heroes’ joys and agonies.
He could highlight a stressed point with the most deliberate pause.