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Smooth Journeys Into the Past

    You never really know how bumpy a road is until you travel it with a pot of chili in your trunk. Suddenly, every bump and turn becomes an obstacle certain to sling deep red sauce across the interior of your car. While most of my adult life has been spent driving sport utility vehicles, a truly gentle ride has been out of the question, until now.     My dream car, you see, had always been a deep red Cadillac because I remember the smooth ride of my childhood when perched in the backseat of my grandparents Cadi'.  We would sail down Highway 31 with my grandmother behind the wheel.  She was dressed impeccably and wore her leather gloves that matched the leather interior of the Cadillac.  All of five feet tall, she handled that car like a race car driver who owned the road. We flew through traffic like a laser beam splitting atoms, with everyone moving out of the way of the tiny woman in the big car.  With my feet sticking straight out in front of me, I sat in the large ba

Homey Cat

Homey A smooth talking cat who says nothing at all Yet tells the whole tale with a swat of a claw. A testy old thing with a patch on his side Where an ill-tempered fox took a bite of his hide. A Siamese kitten, now aged in years Rules the roost like a king whom everyone fears. Homey, the cat, with blue eyes so deep Picks the most inconvenient places to sleep. His favorite one being the top of my head Once I snuggle down deep in my comfortable bed. I wake in the night to a soft, rhythmic purr Of my sweet, sleeping cat who's missing some fur. With the swoosh of a tail and a paw on my chin His tail bats my face each time he breaths in. In a half conscious manner, I hold down that tail But it just keeps on swooshing ‘til I finally yell And disrupt his dreaming of mice and great things And up from my head, Homey cat springs. With one eye half open and an indignant shrug He gives me a look that is hateful and smug. Tossed fr