Bob's Grabbag

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Thursday, February 2, 2012

THE OLD ROCKLAND DRIVE-IN THEATER ON 303

Scores of no cars haunt the place; headlights won't disturb the show that doesn't start till after sundown. A thousand thousand movies soaked into that massive still white screen all feature stars not seen in years. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 1, 2012

SIXTY DEGREES ON FEBRUARY FIRST

Hatless girls in T's and sweaters wearing RayBans they've dug out, convertibles converted open, mothers pushing strollers, prams, exchanging news accumulated! All the sunlight you can handle! Blue as far as eye can see! Neighbors smiling ruefully: "Sure, enjoy it while it's here. February isn't... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

COME FEBRUARY

Our salt-bleached street by blizzards narrowed leads down through the snowplow-dented newly dusted drifts. Our tires churn the icy lumpy muck of wheel ruts that by five tonight will turn again to boilerplate. Once back safe within my driveway's cleared and hardwon space, I still the engine, listen... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 30, 2012

STARTING A POEM

All I know of what you mean or what you maybe could become are you two lines here on the page. It may be, in exploring you I'll find another avenue that I'll walk down, leave you behind. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 29, 2012

A SHOP IN THE MALL

Abercrombie yes ma'am Fitch! - a name that once evoked for me the name of Ernest Hemingway, safaris deep into the bush, grazing herds of antelope, the sunset menace of a lion roaring now in search of prey, a campfire built against the night! Today it's one more brand become a name in big suburban... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 28, 2012

CAMPFIRE CREME BRULEE. or

MATURITY BE DAMNED! Poke it with a pointy stick (Rare or medium or well-done? Well-done? Splendid! Coming up!) watch it when the white ignites and blisters - just don't let it drop! Bring it near and blow it out, breathe in that priceless boardwalk smell of toasted bubbled blackened sugar! Baggy... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 27, 2012

MODELS IN SEARS CATALOGS

The models in Sears catalogs look wholesome clean-cut small-town friendly, even those who scanty-clad inhabit bra and snuggy panties, striking chaste and smiley poses - oddly sexless symmetry. Pages later these same lifeless nubile nymphets clad at last in sportive culottes, tops and dresses simper,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 26, 2012

How We REALLY Make Decisions

Think about it then forget it. Some time soon the answer you already knew emerges clear. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

NO TITLE ADEQUATE

The kitten that I married taught me what I didn't know, touched me gently, made me soar and climb the heights. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

SERENDIPITY

That night in Greenwich Village, after chicken crepes and some white wine, I suggested that we go to The Bitter End. Oh Clare, you missed the capital letters! You mulled it over, melted, murmured: "Well... okay." I'm glad I never added, as intended, "The Irish Rovers will be there." -New Yorkers... Sign in to see full entry.

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