I love words. Gawk is one of my favorites and I try not to forget it. Some people stare, others gawk. I’m not quite sure how they differ.

I admit that I like to gawk. A good gawk, at least one a month, helps me to relax and rid myself of questions that over-populate my thoughts.

Another word that I like is “woo.” I’m sorry to see this word disappear into the mists of time. Not many of us can recall the intricacies involved in a good woo. And to keep the process from being forgotten I wrote about it.

Sneakers, the kind that lace up and reach your ankles made my socks ripen in a single day. The inside of my sneakers smelled like week-old road kill. Everyone had the same problem with old-fashioned old high-tops.

Now they’re low-slung jobbies called tennis shoes, cross-trainers, or casual footwear. The long-associated foot odor of such atomic footwear still remains …some things never change.

Here are more words I hate to see go down the textual paths of time.

  • Agog
  • Swain
  • Hobnob
  • Lollygag
  • Moxie
  • Frump
  • Moth-eaten
  • Court (spend time with)
  • Swoon
  • The vapors

Do you have any favorites?




Grand larceny of the mind


Not many words strike discord in my heart than this singular word, Alzheimer’s.

I’m very familiar with the ailment and its ability to creep up on folks and usurp their whole being. It’s a terrible affliction that steals your mind, and leaves you helpless. I’ve had the opportunity to act as care-giver for more than one soul who succumbed to Alzheimer’s disease. I’ll mention just a few.

Peggy. She was a member of the WAF, and piloted B-17, B-19, and B-32 bombers from their manufacturers to American forces, overseas, during WWII.

Norm. If ever a genius walked this earth, Norm was his name. A scientist, physicist and inventor, he envisioned and brought to life, electronic and remote operated technical gadgets and gizmos that paved the way for the digital stuff we take for granted today.

Albert. He was a physician and heart specialist. Dr. Al made house calls when doctors were not expected to practice “outside” their office or hospital. He’d send you a bill, and if you couldn’t pay it, he’d ask what you had to swap. If you were a carpenter, he’d let you fix something around his place, and settle your bill…that type of thing.

Two authors, friends of mine, have recently published books of great interest to anyone who’s involved, in any capacity, with a person who has Alzheimer’s disease. I’ll post a link to each book below.

Meals for Alzheimer’s Patients, by George Silverman

Alzheimer’s: Stories Mom Forgot, by Earl Chessher

It’d mighty nice if you shared one, or both, of these books with your friends.

Thanks very much,