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Rod on Maui, August 2003. Photo by John Scoggins.
©2003 by Stanyan Entertainment.

A Thought for Today

Praise God for giving us each other and the means to make our little lives something. For Him and for ourselves.

 

The Comfort of Cities
#1 in a series

New York City – for Ben Shecter

I came to New York for a week once and stayed four years. From the start it seemed like a hard place to live in but still I stayed. Out of work and feeling sorry for myself, I used the city as a punching bag. This is not to say I didn’t enjoy myself or have good times during that first stay in the fabled Metropolis, the city was my muse and I tapped her often. More than once she came to my rescue.

But finally I moved back to California for a couple of decades; then back again I came to New York City. This time instead of walking up three flights to home, I rode express to the thirty-fourth floor. From that vantage point I could see, far below, the rooftop of the apartment house where twenty years before I o0ften sold blood and myself to pay the rent.

The movers have arrived and now I’m heading west again. Of course I know this excursion will be just an interlude until I come back.

Circa 1985, Previously unpublished.

Nicki’s First Snow

Nicki had been sitting in the window
attracted by a trapped in moth
now pawing at the dirty glass,
                  now batting in midair
absorbed in feline wonder
by a night bug ill equipped for daylight.

I look away a moment.
Looking back, I see that Nicki
                     has become quite still.
Rapt and silent,
he watches a steady wall of snow
descend like silver serpentine
               or cellophane confetti.

Suddenly he jumps down
with his usual grunt,
as though it were an effort -
proving it isn’t
           by landing like a feather.
Then turning with a whispered half meow,
he signals me to open wide the door.
I do and out he bounds,
then bounds back backward
                  just as quickly,
leaving four small paw prints
on the otherwise untrafficked terrace.

Now gingerly as kings go forth to battle
                                 at the rear of armies
brave Nicki tests the terrace yet again –
one paw extended and put down
then just as quickly pulled back in,
he turns to look at me again
and frowns because I’m smiling.

I reach across the table
                  for a rubber ball,
an old one I’ve discovered lately
in one of his not-quite-so-secret
                                    hiding places.
I toss it through the air.
His eyes arch with it as it flies.

The ball lands on the terrace
skidding through the snow
                        then stopping
with the kind of force
a knowing child uses to rein in his sled
at the end of some long,
much too slow toboggan ride.

Go get it Nicki, I call confidentially
as though I’ve deigned to share a secret.
The cat will not be taken in.
He only looks at me as if to say
how dare you toss a treasure
              not even yours to toss
into some alien land.

And then as if to punctuate
                     his statement,
he trots off to the bedroom
and the double bed he shares with me.
Another grunt and he’s curled up
and on his way to a proper sleep.

So much for little wonders
like the birth of slow October snow.

A cat’s interest
in something disagreeable to him
comes and goes as quickly
as the blinking eye of eagles.

Anyway, with winter only starting
Nicki’s got enough time up ahead
to build a proud snowman,
and one more excuse
each time the ground goes white
                     to have another nap.

-from “The Beautiful Strangers", 1981

I’m putting this Flight Plan together after 1:AM on Tuesday the 25th, later this morning (7:45 AM to be precise) I report for my first day of Jury Duty in downtown Los Angeles. Somebody up there thinks I haven’t put in enough time this November. Obviously he or she hasn’t been traveling in my shoes. Sleep warm, have a safe and sane Thanksgiving and I’ll see you on the weekend.

RM 11/25/2003 3:40 AM PST

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notable birthdays

THURSDAY 27 NOVEMBER
Thanksgiving Day (USA)

James Agee o Floyd Cramer o Alexander Dubcek o Robin Givens o Jimi Hendrix o Brooke Langton o Bruce Lee o David Merrick o Bill Nye o Eddie Rabbitt o Rick Rockwell o Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg o “Buffalo Bob” Smith o Fisher Stevens o Don Stock o Cornelius Vanderbilt o Mona Washbourne o Jaleel White

FRIDAY 28 NOVEMBER

Lefty Gomez o Robert Goulet o Eugene Ionesco o Eugene Istomin o Scott Jacoby o Shawn Kemp o Rich Little o Lorene Lortie o Jacki McDonald o Marian Mercer o Eric Sevareid o Tina Turner o Emlyn Williams

Rod's random thoughts Prosperity and happiness remain incomplete without charity.

Without a list of what life owes us, what comes is greeted with appreciation and thanks.

Life is worth living not so much for what it gives us as what it suggests.

THANKSGIVING

I appreciate your time
and your indulgence, God,
because I give so little of my time to you.
I thank you for an unstubbed toe this month
and leaving me with no more bruises
        on a tired and battered heart
than those I started out with.

Sometimes tied up in traffic
I’m grateful for commercials on the radio
that take me from the just announced war dead
and carry me back home to other murders
(those of animals and men
     who’ve not yet has a chance
          at aping angels.)
It’s then I wonder where my God is lurking
that savior of senior citizens and seals.

The traffic breaks.
The news is over to the tune of Mendelssohn.
Only then do I remember that you’re not my uncle
        just my God.
I thank you for your kind indulgence
             and your time.

-from “If You Love Somebody, Tell Them" / 1970 Calendar

 
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