On the campus district Up the street from the theater district Down the road from University Circle

There are markers in life Some times remembered more Family takes many forms My Father did not know much but he knew a few things Her Grandmother was my Great Grandmother Always happy when I saw her We always saw her My Father he knew a few things Their stories were of Florida and youth Money bags Eller following around To all the penny gumball machines Everyone chewed gum but lived in different places Segregation and the south built the north Dreams of eternal summer vacation Meets the day Grandma's house I knew Great Grandma's apartment Sharon most of her world I visted often She was the first who ever wrote to me as a person We shared this feeling in our heart She gave it a name An old one when she was happy Nothing lives without it

Spoils of war they talk about in New York again Words arrive from certain destinations Spolia stripped from Andrew Jackson was a war criminal

Dumb men are now using insane amounts of resources to make them smart instead of investing in basic science  it is the ultimate money is speech in the arena of competency

 She said he was non-verbal.  He asked if he was a screamer.  These were the categories they had learned.  I will tell you something:  When you meet one autistic kid then you have met one autistic kid. He saw everything in the room.  He was the first kid I have ever lost in fifteen years.  He didn't go far.  Outside the door by the sunny window with the storm on the way.  Only a second.  But he was an escape artist.  He likes apples cause he found the only one in the room and took what was his only it wasn't.  Fifteen years also never happened. This kid some kind of super genius.  In the wrong place.  Needs a one on one to explain all the things he sees of our world.  So yeah he is a screamer, but he tells you exactly how he feels.  If anything post verbal demand touch and attention and presence. They called me over the loud speaker cause they saw I was in the loud part of the building.  They said he di...

I had this amazing assemblage of many things The bags were both borrowed Somewhere at the bottom of the North Sea one finished My imagination can not fill that bag I looked away a moment One of the two was gone The bag Liz gave full of dirty clothes It was very bright rainbow colored Not in the way you are thinking The best bag I ever had I understood why they choose There was little time The bag Robert gave me had all of my valuables Every last one to my Euro-Rail ticket Wasn't a big bag We searched the entire ship Every inch was not difficult to see He said they would throw the evidence over It was just another bag for them Probably never thought about it again The bag was more important to Robert than Liz would be to me Some things can go home again Standing there with dirty clothes would  be the better story

We rarely solve problems in more than one way Even math has opportunity cost When we make choices we collapse universes