To think you might be  Taking a Heavenly trip  Bends the mind upward

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©Port Whitman Times
When you take some advice
There might be a price
That people demand:
On the other hand
The already known might suffice

Machines run our lives
With pursuit that contrives
To make ev'rything go
Shrugging off "to" or "fro"
Just so mankind survives

We thrive in a box
With security locks
So no one can enter
Penetrate to the center
Unless he initially knocks


Never having to "become"
Thereby represent a sum
Of one's deportment
Can elicit an assortment
Of new melodies to strum


If you never have to "be"
Then "seeming," you'll agree
Represents what's left
Possessing any heft
Impacting life to a degree


"Seem on" to an ending
With afterlife pending
On how you behaved
Toward temptations craved
Thence a- or de- scending

Henry Francisco

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THAT SNOW!     © Port Whitman Times
Our house in Erie (PA) faced north. It was an old house, frame construc-tion, that had a "vestibule," a tiny anteroom where you could leave your boots or rubbers, even take off your overcoat to be hung in the closet inside. The vestibule had two doors, one to the outside weather, an the other to the heated inside, in effect insulating the house from the weather, just as a storm door does on more modern construction today.
     One night, after a balmy but cloudy afternoon in early December with temperatures in the 40's, the snow gradually came, first light, then heavier, then BIG flakes, dense snowfall, with a stiff wind coming off Lake Erie, temperatures dropping by the hour. We could see it would be a heavy load of the white stuff, but hey, this was Erie, lots of snow was, still is, common winter stuff.
     It snowed like that all night. Beautifully, picturesque really, but more & more silently as the night passed. Nine, ten, eleven go to bed, twelve etc...
     When we arose next morning there was no sound from the outside, no vehicles, nothing, complete silence. Then the first thing we noticed, out the back window, was that the tall evergreen  tree in the backyard was bent over to all-the-way-to-the-ground, bent double. Turning on the radio, we heard that Erie had had a snowfall of record proportions. They said 45 inches. Overnight! But the most memorable thing was what we saw when we went through the vestibule and opened our front door, the one that faced north. There, from the floor of the porch to the top of the door frame, was the full imprint of the entire front door! A wall of the full front door! You could not see outside; it was like we were completely buried in the snow! Pulling up the shade of our big bay window overlooking the front porch - same thing - a wall of snow. The heavy snow and the north wind managed to completely engulf the front of the house, porch and all.
     We actually had to dig tunnels to get out. Tunnels! Boy, that was a snowfall, but, as it does every year in Erie, Spring came, the snow melted, then Summer, we went to the beach, our ice cream business picked up, Fall, the leaves fell, we waited for snow again.           Henry Francisco

Embrace the good life
Eschew the unhealthy one
Down! Down, bad habits!

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