Happiness is Staying Positive

Happiness is Staying Positive

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Find a place inside where there is joy, joy will burn out the pain

~ Joseph Campbell

It sounds so simple doesn’t it, just stay positive.  How many times in your life, when things are going terribly wrong have people said to you, just keep your head up.  I always try and be honest with you my friends, there are no pat, easy solutions in life, being happy takes effort.  That work is more easily done when things are good so that is when we need to start.

So tonight I’m offering up some small suggestions and the first is to smile.  We all need to smile more because not only does it keep us positive but it makes other people feel good about us, they smile back and we get a nice positive feedback loop.

My second suggestion is for all of us to laugh more. I recently read a statistic that said children laugh hundreds of times a day, adults less than a hundred times a day.  The statistic is likely totally unreliable as it makes for a good social media meme.  I think the real point is that we know there are tremendous benefits to our mood and possibly even our health from laughing.  So we need to laugh more, whether that means watching a comedy clip or pushing a button on a toy Big Lebowski key chain, we need to find ways to laugh more.  I’ll go one step further and as you to laugh when you want to get angry or frustrated.  I’m working on this myself right now, it was very forced at first but the act of laughing at those moments seems to give me a little more perspective and help me find the true humor in most situations.  I’m not good at it yet, but I’m working on it.

Finally, try to be more grateful, it’s not that hard, just stop for a minute each day and be thankful for the things you have, especially at those times when you’re upset about the things you don’t have.

All in all, if we can be more positive my friends, we can make ourselves and the world a better place and have happier days  ~ Rev Kane


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Laughter is the best medicine: The health benefits of Humor and Laughter

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The 31 benefits of Gratitude that you didn’t know about: how gratitude can change your life

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Happiness is Art: Street Art

Happiness is Art: Street Art

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I’ve always had an affinity for something that I call integrated street art.  By this what I mean, and you’ll get it when you look at the images, is street art that integrates naturally occurring features of the landscape including, meters, street signs, bent bars, etc…  So tonight I did a search across the web for some really cool images, have a look, enjoy and have a happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

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Happiness is Poetry: Suzanne Burns

Happiness is Poetry: Suzanne Burns

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So tonight friends a new discovery for me, the poet Suzanne Burns.  It’s amazing what you can turn up through a Google search.  I really enjoy the work I could find and have ordered a copy of The Portland Poems and am looking forward to reading more of her work, take a look, enjoy and have a happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

Snow White 

Paparazzi flashed, “Smile, Ms. White.” My coveted iconography, the blood
Reddening my lips, rumored to inspire the next Fellini. At my last Big Apple
Premiere the press, in a New York Times coronation, crowned me the cinema queen.
For a starlet adoration is the thing. They dubbed me a rising orb, my complexion white
As snow. After my Hollywood opening, a critical thumbs-up affair, the Daily Mirror
Headline read, “Our Southern California Doll. Snow White’s the Fairest of Them All!”
But now my cancer spreads. Tumors outsmart my breast. My glory, all
My shining décolletage removed in an anti-cancer manifesto. My blood,
Ignited in war, de-canonizes my body with disease. Like weeds, like cracks in a mirror,
The choice of retaining no choice is clear. Chemotherapy gleans like an apple
In my lover’s eye. My doctor, a lover translating poison, imploring a cure.
His coat, white as the pallor of my skin, instills pity. Will he be responsible for the death of a queen?

Recovering at home, implements of sickness—pills, compresses—crowd the queen
In her king-size bed. Predicting my death, the media impeached my Oscar nomination, all
The coverage touting me the model for mastectomy. If I was a portico, white
Marble bones supporting my condemned structure, I would strip off my blood
And not remodel. My agent, cunning as the step-mom in a fairy tale, sent over an Apple
Computer to catch up on my electronic fan mail. I stare at the blank screen like a mirror.

I need to flee from here. My reflection in every mirror
Retains the texture of torn threads. The dead might need a new queen,
But not me. Journeying beyond the Hollywood hills, I replace the yellow apples
Lodged on my cheeks with blushing new buds. The rocky expanse of the highest peak, all
Trails tree-lined and steep, presents a view of the sun at night, chilling its fire-blood,
Allowing the moon her turn. There, the only seen intrusion is her circle of white,

A forested sanctity. I carry seven dwarf candles. Composing speeches on the white
Podiums of wax, I whisper a prayer, then light each stick and burn the ash. A mirror
Of night blankets my overlook. On a break from chemotherapy, my blood
For a week reclaims harmony from its dyslexic beat. The air shivers my toes. Queen
Mab, I suppose, arranging flowers at my feet. The wax in seven coats, all
The wicks winking black lashes at my body, shines under the moon, an apple

Ripe enough to eat. One scattered seed may harness the rudiments of an apple
Orchard. This meditation is my beginning. A marathon of cleansing the white
Shadow from my black bones. The exodus home to remove the changeling clinging to all
My sufferings like a spider hidden behind the glass eye of a doll. I will be well, a mirror
Of health, skin shedding its sick shingles like tarnish silvering from the crown of a queen.
I feel the presence of remission, Divine Intervention between my Maker and my blood.

The blood of fame flows in golden rolls, but money will not coax an apple
From its seed, nor cancer from a queen. The absence of sound is not black but white.
Silence, a self-reflecting mirror, can show hope to even the sickest of them all.




By Suzanne Burns

I will believe till eternity, or possibly beyond it,
that Lizzie Borden did it with her little hatchet,
and whoever says she didn’t commits the sin
of sins, the violation of an idol.
     —Dorothy Parker

As murder chimed with the clockworks
you confessed to thumbing fashions
in Victorian magazines, scribbling
a wish list, cotton dresses to mirror
the verdant sheen of pears.
Mysterious fruits devoured
in your father’s barn, clear
juice puddling on your chin
like the stains of lovemaking,
marking the dank place of broken
birds, a spine and feather memory
of Father clipping first their heads,
then your wings. Crimson oils greased
your thighs, his palms, your graduation ring,
a tarnished hope Father refused to break,
circle eternally squeezing his little finger
like your mute mouth sucking
on a bony thing, like your hatchet
cutting a friction burn as you excavated
the skeleton silent beneath
your Father’s bones, forcing a response
in the house without words.


The Light in Your Kitchen Window

You do not know I am standing out here
like something, for once, that belongs in the dark.
I am not afraid of an errant zombie
lost and looking for brains
or the kind of man who collects fingers in a box,
breath catching the way it does
on the biggest and best carnival ride
at the thought of cutting off the tips
where my composed shadows play against your front walk.
There is a circus in my heart for you.
What I mean is more than the roar of a lonely woman
masquerading as a ghost beneath the streetlight.
You have tried many times to turn me
into your own private ghost
by the way you keep your lips closed now when we kiss,
and how we never kiss,
and how you dropped my nickname somewhere out back,
but this sideshow we exist in is still filled with hope.
There is cotton candy there, too,
electric pink dross of good dreams
before all we did was go around saying,
or refusing to say, I’m sorry.
We have washed and dried dishes in the same sink
so this is nothing to shut your blinds to,
the way I wave before you go to the bed
I have loved you in and out of too many times
to keep hidden in my own special box.
I am standing outside your window
watching you water plants, make tomorrow’s sandwich,
force yourself not to wave back.
I mean the kind of sorry that might sound better
translated into the private language we once spoke
when we liked the same movies we hadn’t even seen,
Laurel and Hardy and that piano
negotiating their thirty-nine steps
onto a list of favorites we meant to sip hot chocolate to,
some certain look shared between us
no other certain looks could compete with.
The look that keeps me anchored in front of your window
long after the lights go out,
long after you tuck yourself in
by negotiating your body to turn from where I once slept,
somehow a little afraid of what will happen next.

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Happiness is Aging

Happiness is Aging

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Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty. ~ Coco Chanel



So my friends tonight I want to talk about aging, there is a lot of happy aspects to getting older. As you get older you tend to get happier, something called the U-Bend which shows that we get happier as we age. There are obvious reasons for this, you’re typically at a better place in your career, making more money, your kids if you have them, are out of the house. You have more time for you and to figure out what matters most in your life, not just what society tells you is important. You likely no longer are so concerned with the shape of your body, or nearly as much what other people think about you. I also think one of the most important pieces of getting happier as you age is that when you finally truly realize you are going to die, you start to really clarify what is most important to you in life. You begin to understand how fleeting and precious are your days.

I’m coming up on my 50th birthday in a month so this realization is coming to me at this point. I’m getting there friends, starting to really see with clarity what is important to me and starting to move my life toward maximizing my time on those things. Part of what has me thinking about this, part of what is helping me realize all of this, is that there are things now in this life that will not happen for me, time has run out.

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I’m not married and at 50 it is highly unlikely I’ll have children at this point. So no one is going to call me daddy, or grandpa, as a biologist I realize that from that perspective I’m what we call a biological failure. This term biological failure refers to the fact that I failed to pass on my genes to the next generation. I’ve come to terms with this idea, I love children and my genetic make-up is being passed on along through my nieces and nephews. Since I’m not a parent, but am lucky enough to be an uncle, I get to treat them as surrogate kids, mentor and guide them, enjoy them and spoil the hell out of them.

My advice to you friends is for you not to wait, start thinking about this now because you never know how much time you have left. Hopefully, you live to a veritable and old age and have many happy days. ~ Rev Kane

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Rev Kane making friends in Nepal

At age 20, we worry about what others think of us. At age 40, we don’t care what they think of us. At age 60, we discover they haven’t been thinking of us at all.

~ Ann Landers

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Happiness is a few minutes of peace

Happiness is a few minutes of peace

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The greatest self is a peaceful smile, that always sees the world smiling back. ~ Bryant H. McGill


So tonight friends a post inspired by a message I received on our Facebook page.  A group called A&S Elegance sent me a link to a lovely and really peaceful video with some of their original music in the background, a wonderful break, give it a look at listen.  Here are some other peaceful images and videos that you can use to take a little meditation or rest break, enjoy and have a happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

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Wow, there are a lot of these sorts of things on YouTube so here’s a whole collection:

4 hours of peaceful music by Utopian Sounds

8 hours of peaceful nature sounds by Johnnie Lawson

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A shorter 13 minute nature sound recording by Johnnie Lawson

A 15 minute piece of meditation music by Yellow Brick Cinema, I really like this one a lot.

Finally a quick 5 minute piece by Yoga Meditation Music

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Happiness is walking with Michael Moore

Happiness is walking with Michael Moore

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No decisions should ever be made without asking the question, is this for the common good? ~ Michael Moore

If I could have my pick of famous people to do a guest post here at the Ministry of Happiness, Michael Moore would be high on that list.  I like Moore, I have since his first famous documentary, Roger & Me.  I think what I like about Michael Moore is that I see some of me in him.  We’re both blue collar kids with a brain, both of us in our own way are trying to make the world a little bit better through our words.  I saw him speak once and as famous as he is, he still felt like he was one of us.  Today, a friend shared a really amazing post from him Facebook page and so without his permission, although if you’re reading this Mr. Moore feel free to drop a note and approve, here’s what I’m calling Michael Moore’s virtual guest blog for the Ministry of Happiness.  And by the way Mr. Moore, I was out there tonight, thanks for the idea.  Good stuff here, read the whole thing, it gets better as it goes along and have a happy day my friends ~ Rev Kane

Michael Moore on Walking

I am now in Week 42 of my walks. Each day, 30 minutes, that’s it. Thousands of you have joined me since that Sunday night on March 18 when, as a joke, I said I was going for a walk. I had read that morning in the paper that there were now more people in the U.S. on anti-depressants than those who go to the movies. I tweeted out that maybe that’s the problem — perhaps if people got out and went to the movies more they might feel better. This unleashed a lively conversation about mood-aletering drugs, the lousy movies these days in theaters, the rip-off prices for 3D films, etc. Finally, someone wrote: “Sometimes I think what I need is just a brisk walk.” I tweeted, “Hey, there’s an idea! I’m putting my shoes on right now.” I went out and came back home after 30 minutes — and a few hundred of you had amazingly joined me where you live. So I went walking the next night, probably out of some sort of obligation because so many had written to say “please let’s do it again tonight!” So I did. And the night after that. By the end of the week it was hard to determine how many thousands were now going out with me on these “virtual walks” in hundreds of cities and towns, but it had taken off like a rocket and so we all went walking every night from that point on.

Now it’s 250 days later. What a simple, great idea that person had! Some have asked, “Why are we walking?” “What’s the cause?” There is no cause other than to go for a walk. We do it just because it feels good. We do it because we can. We do it because it’s free and it takes no time. All you need to know is how to put one foot in front of the other (or, for the disabled who’ve joined in, by any means necessary). It’s the perfect slacker/schlub activity.

I am often asked “How much weight have you lost from all this walking?” For a while I didn’t understand the question. I mean, why would I want to lose anything? I have enough trouble finding my keys! Then I got it — skinny people (1/3 of the country) want us, the majority, to be like them. That’s so nice of them.

But the truth is, exercise does not work, diets do not work, feeling crummy does not work. Nothing works. My advice: Quit trying to be something you’re not, be happy with the life you’ve been given, and just go for a pleasant walk outside. With me. Wherever you are. Get off the treadmill, stop drinking diet Coke, throw out all the rules. It’s all a scam and it conspires to keep you miserable. If it says “low-fat” or “sugar-free” or “just 100 calories!” throw it out. Remember, one of the main tenets of capitalism is to have the consumer filled with fear, insecurity, envy and unhappiness so that we can spend, spend, spend our way out of it and, dammit, just feel better for a little while. But we don’t, do we? The path to happiness – and deep down, we all know this — is created by love, and being kind to oneself, sharing a sense of community with others, becoming a participant instead of a spectator, and being in motion. Moving. Moving around all day. Lifting things, even if it’s yourself. Going for a walk every day will change your thinking and have a ripple effect. You’ll find yourself only eating when you’re truly hungry. And if you’re not hungry, go clean your room, or have sex, or call a friend on the phone. Without knowing it, you’ll starting eating like the French (there is no French word for “fast-food”) — and you will feel better. You do not feel better admonishing yourself or beating yourself up or setting up a bunch of unrealistic rules and goals with all the do’s and dont’s that are just begging to be broken. You wanna know something? I eat ice cream every friggin’ day. I drink a regular Coke every single day. I put butter on things. But I also walk every day. Some days now, I walk twice. And now I’ve started to do some push-ups and lifting stuff. It’s building muscle, and in doing so, has created an extra furnace to burn stuff and create energy. Weird! That, in turn, makes me sleep 7-8 hours a night which is another game-changer. And all the walking and lifting makes me thirsty, so that makes me drink more water — another huge plus!

So, you can see from the photo of me up in the box that something has changed. I have no idea how much weight I’ve lost and I don’t care. I don’t care about that or diets or home gym equipment or rules about what I can or cannot eat or anything other than making sure I go on my walk today. That’s it. That’s the big secret. It costs nothing. I feel great. I can see my feet! There they are! Hello, feet! Wanna go for a walk? The feet say YES! Ask yours right now. And if you want, join me. But do NOT go on that walk with me if you are doing so to “get fit”, “be healthy”, or “lose weight”. You are fine just the way you are. Only walk outside with me right now because you know it might just feel good, because it’s a beautiful day, or someone is joining in with you, the fresh air is invigorating, you have to drive down to the drug store but you realize you can walk there, or simply because it’s just nice to be alive for one more day. Walk to walk and nothing else — and the other stuff will take care of itself.

I’m heading outside in an hour. Join me. And let me know how it went!

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We are all damaged, but we can be happy!

We are all damaged, but we can be happy!







Defensiveness is usually someone silently screaming that they need you to value and respect them in disguise. When you look for deeper meanings behind someone’s pain you can then begin to heal not only yourself, but others. ~ Shannon L Alders

It is funny how often ideas come to me while driving, and while on the way to the gym today something hit me. I was thinking about a past relationship and how what I really couldn’t get past in the relationship was her damage. She was a great girl, but in her life she had been hurt too many times by other men. This manifested in ways that I could not accept, that kept us from being at peace in our relationship. This is not blame, only recognition; I have plenty of damage of my own. For me, I’ve been somewhat slow in my emotional growth and as a loner I have a hard time bonding with others. Add to that terrible timing in my relationships and for a very long time an inability to be fully open or trusting and you might not be surprised to know I’m not married. However to be fair, being married has never been a significant goal of mine, if it happens that would be great, but I won’t do it unless it truly feels right.

We are all damaged, the real trick is to understand and know ourselves well enough to know how we are damaged. Some of us can do this work on our own, some of us need counseling or other help to understand these issues. Once you know where and how you are damaged, that’s when the work begins because you have to work to fix these things. I’ve done a lot of work over the years, a lot of my damage has been repaired. Many of the things that doomed my previous relationships have been dealt with to my satisfaction but I’m still working and still on the path.

So my friends the keys are to know yourself, do your work and also try to be as accepting as you can be of the damage that exists in others. We are all in this together and forgiveness and acceptance are powerful acts. So understand, work, accept, forgive and have a happy day my friends. ~ Rev Kane


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Appalachian Trail (AT) Happiness: A Start

Appalachian Trail (AT) Happiness: A Start

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Hello my friends, this is my Appalachian Trail (AT) journal but no, I’m not on the trail right now. I have however decided to start in late February or early March of 2015 to attempt a thru hike of the Appalachian Trail.



I recently told my doctor about my plans and you may have just reacted similarly to him.

Me: I’m going to hike the Appalachian Trail.

Him: How far is that?

Me: About 2200 miles.

Him: WALKING?! You’re going to die, 2000 miles, wild animals, oh my God, I could never do that.

All of those thoughts have crossed my mind, I’m quite aware that it is one of the safest places I could be in the US. I’ve also considered being ripped to shreds by bears, bitten by rattlesnakes or copperheads, gnawed on by coyotes, laid immobile by bad water, buried in snow, being struck by lightning, shivering with hypothermia, having my face paralyzed by Lyme Disease or falling to West Nile Virus. Relying on one of my favorite movies, Ghost Dog, it’s the way of the Samurai to contemplate certain death.

I will have just angered folks knowledgeable with the AT, few people ever die on the trail. Some people get hurt or ill and in fact the biggest dangers come from the littlest critters, if you become ill on the AT it will most likely come from tiny critters in your water, ticks or mosquitoes. The larger and more prevalent downer for most people is deciding to quit an attempted thru hike.

I have a different perspective on doing a thru hike, a lesson I learned five years ago trekking to base camp at Mt. Everest in Nepal. The reason I did that trek was to get to base camp, to put my feet on Mt. Everest. I’m not a climber, I have no ambition to summit the highest peak in the world, but I wanted to walk across the Khumbu Icefall and put my feet on the base of Mt. Everest. One of the coolest moments of my life was the first time I got to view Mt. Everest with my own eyes and it fueled my desire even more.

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However somewhere along the way, I know not where; as I had personal firsts every day, my first time above 13,000 feet, reaching 14,600 feet which is higher than any mountain in the continental US, reaching my personal best of 17,600 feet. Somewhere in the process of walking each day in unimaginable beauty I realized a truth that I had read and heard stated my entire life but never truly believed, it’s not the destination but the journey that matters.

I stood on the Khumbu Icefall, only because it’s much, much larger than I ever realized, it’s a river of ice that goes on for miles. However, a freak snowstorm struck the day before we were to visit base camp. This closed the pass we were supposed to take the day after leading into the Gokyo Valley. Our group had a decision to make, make it to base camp and likely have to skip the Gokyo Valley, or miss out on base camp and do a marathon trek around the mountain we were supposed to go over. Had you presented this scenario to me prior to the trip I would have guaranteed you I would have selected going to base camp. We didn’t, we chose the Gokyo Valley and in doing so I found one of my favorite places on earth, the second sacred lake of the Gokyo Valley, the peak called Khan Tiga gleaming in the distance. I spent a couple of hours just sitting there looking at a level of beauty you rarely find anywhere feeling a peace I have rarely felt.

Second Sacred Lake in the Gokyo Valley

Second Sacred Lake in the Gokyo Valley







Somewhere along this trek I had learned an amazing lesson in mindfulness and in focusing on the now, not the next. It’s time to physically remind myself of that concept again on the Appalachian Trail. I hope to become a 2000 miler, a thru hiker and walk from Springer Mountain, GA to Mt. Kathadin in Maine over all forms of insanely steep hills through 14 states. However, if it doesn’t workout that’s ok, it takes 5 million steps to complete the trail. However many of those steps I take, I’m sure it will be worth it and will provide me with many happy days my friends ~ Rev Kane

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Happiness is Poetry: Even More Bukowski

Happiness is Poetry: Even More Bukowski

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Hello friends, I’ve posted a few posts of Charles Bukowski’s poems but tonight I want to go a little further with my favorite poet. I actually found Bukowski first through his novels, the writing was raw, honest and touched me. Within the books there was some of his poetry and that was my entry way into Bukowski the poet. Over a one year period I read everything I could get my hands on and since then, as a book collector, have bought a number of his rarer books. Bukowski is beyond rough around the edges, he’s just plain rough, some would say a hard man. Bukowski is not for the faint of heart. In tonight’s post, some stories, interviews and of course some of his poetry, enjoy my friend, have a read and a happy day ~ Rev Kane


An article by Bukowski writing about the race track and life
Charles Bukowski’s first interview


A Smile to Remember

we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, “be happy Henry!”
and she was right: it’s better to be happy if you
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn’t
understand what was attacking him from within.
my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: “Henry, smile!
why don’t you ever smile?”
and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw
one day the goldfish died, all five of them,
they floated on the water, on their sides, their
eyes still open,
and when my father got home he threw them to the cat
there on the kitchen floor and we watched as my mother

Relentless as the Tarantula

they’re not going to let you
sit at a front table
at some cafe in Europe
in the mid-afternoon sun.
if you do, somebody’s going to
drive by and
spray your guts with a
submachine gun.
they’re not going to let you
feel good
for very long
the forces aren’t going to
let you sit around
fucking-off and
you’ve got to go
their way.
the unhappy, the bitter and
the vengeful
need their
fix – which is
you or somebody
in agony, or
better yet
dead, dropped into some
as long as there are
humans about
there is never going to be
any peace
for any individual
upon this earth or
anywhere else
they might
escape to.
all you can do
is maybe grab
ten lucky minutes
or maybe an hour
is working toward you
right now, and
I mean you
and nobody but

A Close Call While Shopping

pushing my cart through the supermarket
the thought passed through my mind
that I could start
knocking cans from the shelves and
also rolls of towels, toilet paper,
silver foil,
I could throw oranges, bananas, tomatoes
through the air, I could take cans of
beer from the refrigerated section and
start gulping them, I could pull up
women’s skirts, grab their asses,
I could ram my shopping cart through
the plate-glass window…
then another thought occurred to me:
people generally consider something
before they do it.
I pushed my cart along…
a woman in a checkered skirt was
bending over the pet food section.
I seriously considered grabbing her
but I didn’t, I rolled on
I had the items I needed and I rolled
my cart up to the checkout stand.
a lady in a red smock with a nameplate
awaited me.
the nameplate indicated her as
Robin looked at me: “how you doing?”
she asked.
“fine,” I told her.
and then she began tabulating my
not in the least knowing that
the fellow standing there before her
had just two minutes ago been
one grab from the


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Happiness is Laughter: Fun Friday!

Happiness is Laughter: Fun Friday!

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Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company ~ Mark Twain

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A guy who finds a way to stick it to the banks the way they stick it to us, classic!!!

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My favorite fireworks video of all-time.

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