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MY OUT-OF-BODY EXPERIENCE

"Do you need something for the pain?" I nodded quickly, yes. "You know this stuff called 'Demerol'?" "No", I said, "but go ahead." It was twenty minutes later when she asked me once again, "So, how's your back pain doing now?" I had to think before I answered. "Truth to tell, the pain's the same,... Sign in to see full entry.

THE VIEW FROM MY HOSPITAL ROOM, 2009

Unaware we were a pair, I'm at a loss to answer when the cheery intern asks, "And how are WE today?" (the food's beyond inedible, elimination's inconvenient, the TV overestimates my interest in Fox talk shows, IV tubes grow from my IV tree with plastic drips controlled by LED lights and annoying... Sign in to see full entry.

OPERATING ROOM WAITING AREA

Refugees mixed hugger mugger, blanketed in high school gym while outside howls the hurricane are very much like us. Conversation's tentative, we fear to hear more than we're ready for, so there we sit for silent hours, dozing, reading magazines. Yet fellowship unspoken there will bind us tight a... Sign in to see full entry.

RHODES NORTH TAVERN, MARCH 17

[If you don't know the ballad "Finnegan's Wake" - posted yesterday - this won't make much sense] Shepherd's Pie and Hunter's Stew, corned beef and cabbage by the cask! Fish and praties? 'Course we do! All you have to do is ask! At one and five in plaid and kilts some NYPD pipers come, but if you're... Sign in to see full entry.

RHODES NORTH TAVERN, MARCH 17

[If you don't know the ballad "Finnegan's Wake" - posted yesterday - this won't make much sense] Shepherd's Pie and Hunter's Stew, corned beef and cabbage by the cask! Fish and praties? 'Course we do! All you have to do is ask! At one and five in plaid and kilts some NYPD pipers come, but if you're... Sign in to see full entry.

FINNEGAN'S WAKE - author unknown

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd. He had a brogue both rich and sweet, and to rise in the world he carried a hod. You see he'd a sort of a tipplin' way, with a love for the liquor poor Tim was born. To help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every... Sign in to see full entry.

SAINT PATRICK'S DAY PARADE REMEMBERED

A Catholic high school marching band in flashing red and gold goes gamely thumping, clashing by, oblivious to the cold, but then, alert, all heads turn south. The chill that chills our spine has nought to do with New York weather - bagpipes come in line! The horse beneath the joking cop grows... Sign in to see full entry.

SAINT PATRICK'S DAY PARADE REMEMBERED

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9.8 - 2 haikus

I Earthquakes stun and break the news: we're just tenants on a work in progress. II A quake explodes in place; tsunamis move, waterpunch, fisting continents. Sign in to see full entry.

AT OUR BEST - 6 am, SEPTEMBER 12, 2001

On Riverside Drive Brave men hurtle south on big red trucks flying flags. Workers cheer them hoarse and wave their hats. On the subway Just three men on the subway car - two burly hardhats gesture to the fearful cook in Muslim garb: Don't worry. You're one of us. Sign in to see full entry.

Bob's Grabbag

Monday, March 21, 2011

MY OUT-OF-BODY EXPERIENCE

Sunday, March 20, 2011

THE VIEW FROM MY HOSPITAL ROOM, 2009

Saturday, March 19, 2011

OPERATING ROOM WAITING AREA

Thursday, March 17, 2011

RHODES NORTH TAVERN, MARCH 17

RHODES NORTH TAVERN, MARCH 17

FINNEGAN'S WAKE - author unknown

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

SAINT PATRICK'S DAY PARADE REMEMBERED

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

SAINT PATRICK'S DAY PARADE REMEMBERED

9.8 - 2 haikus

Monday, March 14, 2011

AT OUR BEST - 6 am, SEPTEMBER 12, 2001

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