Two Scooters

The first scooter was the last of its kind for me.

Beginning in 1962 with a Cushman Eagle

And ending with a Honda 150SH

My illustrious history with two wheeled motorized bikes was coming to an end..

I’m 77 years old, and it’s been a good ride.

Oh, there were a few bad spots, like the Vespa that got into collisions three times.

Or the two scooters that were totaled,

One in a rear end with a large pickup with a winch,

And the other falling on a coastal mountain pass.

These scooters left no permanent scars, on me.

Now I’m in need of a different kind of scooter.

My second scooter will help me walk the dog.

A mystery to the medical establishment,

My legs and my body are no longer able to walk my young Golden Doodle around the small park near my house.

And so I turn to the electric mobility scooter.

I got it from Amazon!

Along with a dog leash boom to walk the dog.

We can walk the park, on or off the grass.

We can follow the five mile loop down by the Willamette River.

We can go on bicycle bird walks with the local Audubon Society.

A nearby town has a new park to park walk to which mobility devices are invited.

I don’t think I can play disc golf though; difficulty in the rough. But I wasn’t too good with it anyway.

I need a trailer for groceries and such and I may need a trailer to haul the scooter.

I used to use a Bike Friday trailer with a small Aprilia scooter, but the scooter was stolen and the bike Friday was given to the bike collective for someone else.

I’ve also given up my bicycle.

I’m excited today because it is arriving on a pallet at ten o’clock or so.

I’m excited about my new scooter

And the mobility it will provide.

Should I wear a helmet?

And gloves and goggles?

And leather chaps?


– Small town boy


I’m a fly stuck in a web

Early September morning

While walking through the dense woods,

I sat at on a log on the top of a happy place along the path

In Clay Meyers state park on Whalen Island

Near our home in Tierra Del Mar.

When I looked to my right I saw a wee little fly stuck on a string of spider web

Unable to move.

Glad there is no spider here, thought the fly.

But I am stuck and unable to free myself.

I will surely die of old age here, which is only 25 hrs, but still…

I have no family, I am just spider food.

It is a wonderful day, I can hear the cries in the tree tops.

A bear came by last night to eat the Oregon Grapes.

But there is no one here now except that old man sitting on that log, his happy place, and typing with his finger on his cell phone.

Don’t think I can expect help from him.

The sun is bright and warm. I am basking in its light.

The moon was but a sliver last night.

There are birds in the trees, the sound of ocean waves in the distance, and Spanish moss on the trees.

A really nice day.

Oops, here comes a tiny spider.


– Small town boy

On being early

I’m half an hour early to church today.

Some would say being early is rude.

Unfortunately I’m genetically predisposed to being early.

I was an hour early Friday for a CT scan of my lungs.

The receptionist was embarrassed for me when she explained my appointment wasn’t until 1:30. The nurse cut her lunch short to squeeze me in early.

That was kind of her.

When I did image processing training for teachers I was told to show up an hour early at the site of the training to head off any surprises, like electrical or computer problems.

The need not have told me.

I’m an early bird anyway.

Maybe it’s because I’m excited to be there?

Maybe it’s because I want to get a head start?

But I find advantages to being there before all others:

– I can take time to write, like now.

– I can take time to meditate and/or pray.

– I can go for a walk, and pick up litter.

– I can sit quietly as others buzz around preparing for the day.

– I can listen to the birds and meet new people.

So, I guess there is really no apology necessary.

If you’re coming to church and see me sitting quietly in the steps, join me,

And we’ll talk,

And I’ll tell you about my new puppy and his first play date last night.

It was exciting.

– Small town boy


New puppies allow you to start over.

Old puppies pass on leaving an empty heart.

The promise of a new puppy fills an empty heart.

Where do puppies come from?

Where do old dogs go?

Puppies come from heaven, the angelic puppy mill.

Old dogs learn new tricks up above with those who have gone before.

My old dog hangs around, playing on the beach where we played before…

She also woke me to tell me what the new puppy’s name is:

Toby, means God is good.

She did not have any puppies of her own and was given too soon for complete canine socialization,

So… It’s a new beginning, see?

Where did the puppy go?

Where does the puppy go in the heat?

To the yard?

To the sprinkler?

To the wading pool?

The puppy went to the garden,

To lay in the cool shade, on the cool earth, hiding among the irises.

Where did the puppy go in the noon day sun?

To Alaska ?

To the beach?

To the movies?

The puppy went to the garden again

To lay in the cool shade, on the cool earth, hiding among the tiger Lillies

Where you going now sweet puppy?

To run and run and run?

To get a drink and eat some puppy lunch?

And to lay down, PLOP, and take a nap.

I found him by the chair by his crate with his squeaky snake,

That Tawny left for him to play with. ❤️🐕

– Small town boy

Puppy Thoughts

I’m sleepy. I think I’ll take a nap.

Oops, gotta pee.


Oops, gotta pee.


Play time.  Squeaky toy!  Chew toy.

Cuddle time.  Where’s a lap?  Will you sit with me?

Snuggle time. Where’s my soft elephant? my soft donut? Squeaky toy?

Can you play with me?  Do you have some of those chicken snacks from this morning?

What is that clicking noise?

Nap time.

Oops, I gotta pee.

Food? Water? Cuddle?

Let’s play. Let’s play tug-o-war! C’mon, let’s play.

You can’t be tired already!

Oops, gotta pee and poop. Let me out of the house!

Oops, sorry.

WHINE, why am I left alone?

WHINE, come back.

Hooray, Angel is home from camp.

Hooray, Dashawn and his friend are here to play.

Hooray, Tavin is here. He snuggles best.

Nap time.  Zzzzzz.

Oops, gotta pee.

– Small Town Boy


Goodbye Tawny

Tawny, my friend of fourteen years died on the operating table last month, victim to abscesses in her teeth, jaw and bulging near her eye.

I haven’t been able to say goodbye, yet.

I feel her near me; I look for her when I enter a room, I walk with her in the park yet, and on the beach.

She still lays at my feet and crowds me out of my bed at night.

She helped me pick a new puppy, a Golden Doodle I will pick up in Bend Monday.

She helped me name him Toby.

Although I like the thought that she went through the doggy door in the pearly gates, I like it more when she is with me yet.

So it’s not goodbye, just so long till next time.

I love you dear one.

– Small town boy

A Walk on the Wild Side

Walking nude through the woods

With sister breeze egging me on

Tawny pulling at the leash, nose to the ground

Above is the canopy of firs in congregation of prayer

Birds sing. Birds caw. Birds chatter to celebrate the day

Legs not as strong

Heart laboring

Toes numb

I parade with the help of my bamboo walking stick

Thoughts flee

Stillness comes

Peace comes

Gratitude comes

My spirit soars

– Small town boy

A time of decay

There is decay everywhere

Beneath the trees in our rain forest are trees in decay.

Politics and politicians have decayed beyond belief

Schools, countries, churches, all in decay.

Do you see?

My mind is decaying: dementia, I take pills for it and wear patches.

My heart is decaying, laboring up the hill, losing loved ones, no longer ‘necking’ in the car as I did in my teens.

My body is in decay as I notice my legs, hips, and feet suffer the slightest incline, not to mention internal organs.

My spirit has decayed. Once Interested in liturgy, ceremony, church, now its meditation, mandalas and medicine wheels.

It’s a fact of living: as we get old we decay, yes!?

But I have studied systems and cycles.

Decay is only part of a cycle.

A cycle, especially in the rain forest, that includes birth, life, decay, death and rebirth.

Also in my life.

Nurse logs provide the perfect place to start a new forest, in a straight line even.

Mulch is going on everywhere, death feeding the living.

The purpose of decay is to feed the next ones, and the next.

Decay brings obligation, to offer sage wisdom, comfort, and encouragement to the new growth.

My wife is great at this, nurturing children (ours and other’s), grand children, and great grand children. And me.

So what am I to do.

I think I’ll go mulch.

There’s still a lot of me left to decay, recycle, repurpose, reuse.

I still carry all the love they have given me, and it’s stronger everyday.

Peace, love and life.

– Small town boy

If you’re up now

It’s early and everyone is asleep:

Mamaw, daughter and her children, son and his son,

And Tawny, the golden retriever who just returned from an early morning walk in the park.

But, if you’re up now, we can talk.

How are you doing? I’ve missed spending time with you. Are you well?

I’ve been working on lots of personal stuff in my four month hiatus at the beach.

I’ll share a few of my insights:

First, the Medicine Wheel which combines as many as 7 of my recent personal, spiritual, and ecological insights. I suggest you go to YouTube to learn more and follow the path.

I have built three of them for meditation and inspiration.

Next is the mandala, drawing while meditating and interpreting the results to see what your subconscious has to say, your higher self.

I have learned that I have a strong, solid, crystalline (rigid?) core and a soft loving empathetic, compassionate exterior.

That’s good, right?

Well it’s been great talking with you. Let’s go have breakfast .

-Small town boy