William Lobb's Blog, page 9

Summer

Then there’s not so much we take with us from those days into these days. The flashes of fireflies an hour after sunset. The battle against inevitable darkness, a summer evening’s fading light; sweat still running as the sun sets in an explosion of fire in a bank of clouds. The bone deep exhaustion and […]

Priorities…

Jlo married some actor in Vegas… in other news Congress approved adding another $140 BILLION to the military budget. Closing in on $1 TRILLION a year. Can’t feed the 17 MILLION kids who go to bed hungry every night. It will bankrupt the nation. Can’t end student loan debt. Why should they get a handout. […]

The Flower of Youth

Dragging my stone-age ass up a ladder, the wise-ass young stud asked me if I needed a hand. My first reaction was to climb back down and lay him out. He didn’t look like much. But I didn’t, i didn’t say nothing, I just quietly climbed the ladder. I thought about how I can hardly […]

Junkyard Boys

Yesterday I took the grandboy picking in a junk yard. It’s one of the yards that still allow you to go pick and pull your own parts. Specht’s Recycling in Warwick. Out amongst the ruins we found gold. First find was a B-61 Thermodyne Mack. I told him I used to drive one and he […]

Plastic Cups…

My friend Mike DeLucia posted from Germany earlier this week about packaging for items such as fast foods there. It’s largely paper, biodegradable paper. That same day I met a client/friend for coffee at Starbucks in the afternoon. I had an unsweetened iced tea, about 12 oz. We talked for about 45 minutes, I finished […]

Just a Farm Someplace That’s Now Gone

It’s always early July when it comes. I suppose by then your stuff has grown enough to count for something. May’s grass is now high enough to cut for hay and corn is coming in about knee high and rhubarb, that beastly sour shit, is sprouting big wide poisonous green leaves. I never saw the […]

Days of Rage

“The Elections Don’t Mean Shit—Vote Where the Power Is—Our Power Is In The Street”. —John Jacobs SDS, 1968 Days of Rage. We were raised to believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. We were raised to believe we lived in a democracy where your voice and vote matters. I guess next week there are […]

Too Stupid to Lay Down

When I was a boy Alan Shepard took a fifteen minute ride in a little rocket, just up 100 miles and back down and John Kennedy announced we’d land a man on the moon in less that ten years and somehow it was accomplished. There was a sense when I was a boy that the […]

So long, Twitter. It’s been real…

Everyone is going to quit Twitter. Yay for you. That’s not the issue. Nobody gives a rat’s ass about you and twitter. I quit twitter yesterday, nobody cares, my tweets are not even a tiny blip. The issue is good or bad Twitter is a major news outlet. Some self-important jackal posts on Twitter and […]

April 5, 1965

I was walking down the hill from the school bus to our house down on the dead end road by the swamp he called a lake. It was a warm day for April, and sunny. It was a Monday. Frank Bastek, my sisters boyfriend at the time, was 18 years old and he was waiting […]