Shall We Dance?

Shall we dance across the living room floor,

          into the kitchen and back to the door?

May I hold you close and pull you in tight,

          as we dance together the rest of the night?

Will you close your eyes and rest on my shoulder,

          and never notice that we’re getting’ older?

Can I twirl you around and give you a rose,

          and tell you why it’s you I have chose?

It’s easy to tell that our love is true,

          especially when I am dancing with you.

It’s certain for sure it’s you I adore,

          when we dance’ across the living room floor.

LDT January 21, ’23   51st Anniversary for Larry and Karen

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Magoo

There’s no one else like Mister Magoo,

  he’s a dapper gent through and through.

Reading what he wants to see,

  walking in to a wall or tree.

The world is just a blur to him,

  still, he charges right on in.

Sometimes he’ll get into a tiff,

  sometimes he will fall off a cliff.

It’s good that he’s unflappable,

  that’s what makes him loveable.

With Waldo in his Muskrat coat,

  they’re up a creek without a boat.

When he’s driving his old car,

  he’s causing chaos near and far.

No matter what for heaven’s sakes,

  we have to laugh at his mistakes.

He’ll always wind up in the end,

  with some trouble he can’t transcend.

He is my hero through and through,

  no one can top Mister Magoo.

With all my shucks and what-the-hecks,

  I’m just like him without my specs!  

LDT January 15. ‘22

Little Things

May your life be blessed with little things,

  as each new time the doorbell rings.

A childish drawing on the fridge,

  a magnet with an old adage.

Children playing in the yard,

  times that aren’t so awful hard.

The morning song of the Lark,

  a quiet walk within the park.

Fragrant flowers gathered up.

  a drop of cream in your cup.

The aroma of fresh-baked bread,

  happy thoughts within your head.

The freshness of a summer rain,

  the waving of a field of grain.

The warmth that comes from a hug,

  a baby crawlin’ on the rug.

A visit from a long-lost friend,

  it didn’t matter in the end.

A Bible verse to calm the soul,

  some happiness as lovers stroll.

So you won’t be troubled by the Blues,

   walk a mile in someone else’s shoes.

No matter what the future brings,

  may your life be filled with little things.

LDT Jan 14, ‘23

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Taking Back Our Democracy

The Founders Knew How to Compromise

Our democracy is slipping away. We may be one or two election cycles away from falling into an authoritarian nightmare.

Ballot initiatives could be our way of preserving democracy for future generations.

Here in Arizona, they are quite common.

We have a terrible record of electing extremists to the state legislature.

They pass bills that most Arizonans find appalling. Yet, we keep sending them back to Phoenix. In my district a state senator ran unopposed in 2022. His re-election was hardly a red wave.

There is typically fierce opposition when voters propose initiatives to help the schools. If they pass, the legislature often finds ways to avoid implementing them.

Still, we need to persevere. That means more and better voter initiatives.

Arizona voters have passed and your state should consider an initiative for an Independent Redistricting Commission. This takes away the legislature’s power to Gerrymander their own districts. Our commission does not work as well as it should, but it is a start.

Ranked-Choice Voting is another initiative that all states should be considering. RCV helps keep extreme partisans from rising to the top in election contests. It worked very well in Alaska during the Midterms. It sounds complicated, but it has the potential to keep the Palins and Boeberts out of government. Here’s some info, if you are not familiar with RCV. Ranked-choice voting (RCV) – Ballotpedia

Politics is about compromise. In a democracy, you never get all of what you want. We need to start electing those who have some flexibility on issues. If a district has a competitive balance of voters with opposing perspectives, it tends to elect better people. This means no partisan Gerrymandering. Similarly, RCV helps flexible moderates from both parties get elected. Flexible legislators get things done without betraying the interests of their voters.

There is also a need to improve the mechanics of presidential primary elections. No one should get all of a state’s delegates unless they conclusively win. Sadly, this was how Donald tЯump rose to the top of a crowded 2016 GOP primary field. If the party had been using Ranked-Choice Voting that probably would not have happened.

Lastly, we need to find a way to minimize the influence of moneyed interests in our elections. The Supreme Court calls corporate donations “Free Speech”. I disagree. In 2022 Arizona voters passed an initiative that is intended to at least shed more light on who is providing the massive amounts of cash flowing into campaigns. Perhaps this will help expose how special interests “buy” politicians. Much more needs to be done. Rigorous ethical standards on the relationships between politicians and special interests must be established and enforced.

Change requires a lot of grass roots efforts. Those of you who circulate petitions, run for office at all levels, help get out the vote and work the polls are preserving our democracy.

I salute you.

LDT January 4, ’22

Radio Waves

Vintage Silvertone Console Radio

We didn’t have a lot, but we had a radio,

  sometimes we’d listen to The Grand Ole Opry Show.

A finished wooden cabinet, with a golden glow,

  when the tubes warmed up, it was good to go.

We had to dial carefully, the signal wasn’t strong,

  pretty soon it lit up with a country song.

It brought the outside world to our living room,

  and in the lonely winter, it took away the gloom.

There was music, news and drama, the Shadow only knew,

  Fibber McGee and Molly, to mention but a few.

Hank and Lefty sang the ballads of the day,

  surely they could drive all our blues away.

The radio would rock, comin’ home from school,

  and up and down the block, Rock and Roll was cool.

We learned about the weather, the rain and the crops,

  might need to sell some cattle before the market drops.

Every so often they cut in for an ad,

  Geritol will help you, if you’re feelin’ bad.

We oughta’ buy insurance or a spiffy Oldsmobile,

  the eggs at the market are really quite a deal.

Brenda Lee and Patsy, sing about their woes,

  or how a perfect love just grows and grows and grows.

Leanin’ toward the speaker, we hung on every word.

  that radio was the best thing that we had ever heard.

You can keep your TV and your internet,

  just le me spin the dial on my Superhet*.

LDT December 31, ‘22

*Superheterodyne- Technical term for an AM radio.

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Rex

Rex at Wolf Point. About 1940
The Buckle is a Wyoming State Amateur Championship from 1937.

His name was Rex Thill, his horse was Whiskey Bill,

  few could match his skill, or his poker iron will.

Grew up in the Breaks, chasin’ Rattlesnakes,

  no matter the stakes, Rex had what it takes.

Rode a horse to school, learned the Golden Rule,

  didn’t truck no fool, stubborn like a mule.

Pretty soon he’d go, to ride the rodeo,

  a tough row to hoe, put on quite a show.

Wolf Point or Cheyenne, winnin’ was the plan,

  all should understand, he’s a rodeo man.

Drew a bull named Arbuckle, he just gave a chuckle,

  held the rein bare knuckle, and won that silver buckle.

Never showed no fear, of hittin’ his nadir,

   drinkin’ his Hamms beer, to get a little cheer.

Came time to settle down, he moved on in to town,

  never had a frown, a man of some renown.

The GN had a job, bought a watch and fob,

  pushed the throttle knob, and made that engine throb.

Three kids and a wife, made us a damn good life,

  troubles they were rife, but he handled all the strife.

Had a house on Mahon, it even had a lawn,

  Midnight freight he’d drawn, comin’ home at dawn.

He cowboyed just for fun, when his railroad days were done,

  with the buckles that he’d won, the city life he’d shun.

He was after Boyce’s cattle, when he fought his final battle,

  sittin’ in the saddle, one last horse to straddle.

Been gone now fifty years, I’m gonna’ shed some tears,

  of cowboy cavaliers, he hardly had no peers.

LDT December 26, ‘22

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Christmas Flap

USS Princeton (LPH-5)

Spent Christmas Eve in Olongapo town,

  pourin’ lots of San Magoo[1] down.

The Princeton was tied up at Carrier Pier,

  we just might stay until it’s New Year.

Heads were achin’ as Reveille played,

  at all the bars, too long we had stayed.

Scuttlebutt said that Hope and his troupe,

  would play on the deck without General Shoup.

Then something happened in a land far away,

  and the Captain said that we couldn’t stay.

A car bomb went off at the Brinks Hotel,

  we will get even, we’ll give ‘em hell.

The boilers were fired, the lines were cast off,

  one last look at Subic[2], our covers[3] we doffed.

We checked on our gear, a rifle and pack,

  headed for trouble, we weren’t lookin’ back.

The choppers were lined up on the flight deck,

  the Sweet Pea[4] sure beat that Henrico[5] wreck.

Parting the waters she made a big wake,

  the South China Sea is a pretty big lake.

I’d not be lyin’ if I said we were flyin’

  she makes Thirty Knots without even tryin’

The water was roiling, the wake was a-boiling,

  the sailors were toiling, as ropes they were coiling.

Near Nine hundred feet, her speed’s pretty neat,

  it’s hard to beat a ship that’s this sweet.

We lined up for chow hoping somehow,

  our cooks would allow a Christmas luau.

One day and one night, came the first light,

  we looked out at ‘Nam and it was a sight.

A sliver of beach with green mountains steep,

  but off in the distance it would just keep.

We wouldn’t land, just float off the shore,

  for sixty long days though it seemed more.

That’s was our Christmas in Sixty-Four,

  lucky for us there wasn’t a war. 

Our time hadn’t come, so we had some fun,

   the cruise was a plumb, until it was done.

LDT December 25, ‘22


[1] San Miguel beer

[2] Subic Bay Naval Base, The Philippines

[3] Hats

[4] Nickname for the USS Princeton, LPH-5

[5] USS Henrico, a slow troopship.

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Hard Edges

He had some hard edges, brittle like flint,

  and if he had a heart, he gave not a hint.

Lived in a shack way back in the hills,

  he barely got by, without any frills.

If he spoke at all it was more like a rasp,

  his old torn coat was held with a clasp.

Icy blue eyes that were all bloodshot,

  ruddy red cheeks and a nose full of snot.

He drove an old truck with fenders a-flappin’

  eked out a livin’ mostly from trappin’.

When he came to town, we were all scared,

  and when we looked, it seemed like he glared.

Most of us kids would just run away,

  maybe that is what shortened his stay.

Now our little town was quiet and quaint,

  but somehow we had a sec-er-et saint.

And though it was hard for us to believe,

  no one went hungry on Christmas Eve.

The waif who lived in the bad part of town,

  would get a brand-new toy to end his frown.

At the market store a tab would get paid,

  in back of the church, good words were prayed.

Nobody ever knew, but they wondered who,

  had such a heart, so pure and so true.

One Christmas morning they found the old man,

  frozen just as hard as an old fryin’ pan.

In his pockets were the candies found by our doors,

  wrapped in bright paper from our favorite stores.

They buried him with honors on old Boot Hill,

  we shouldn’t judge others, and I never will.

He had some hard edges, brittle like flint,

  that he was a saint, I had not a hint.

LDT Christmas ‘22

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Pottersville

From It’s A Wonderful Life, 1946

We all live in Pottersville,

  just beyond Potter’s Hill.

Working in Potter’s Mill,

  lunching on Potter’s swill.

Life is grand in Pottersville,

  so long as we all serve his will.

Potter’s values he’ll instill,

  and we all will pay the bill.

Snow blows past the window sill,

  as we feel the drafty chill.

Prospects looking kinda’ nil,

  in our shack in Pottersville.

Potter always gets his will,

  o’er the folks in Pottersville.

Poverty is a bitter pill,

  with Mr. Potter, that’s the drill.

We will not our dreams fulfill,

  while we’re stuck in Pottersville.

LDT December 22, ‘22

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Mr. tRump

The January 6 Select Committee

Well, hello there Mr. tЯump,

  I see your polls just took a dump.

What does the future hold?

  Indictments, I am told.

Did you mean to insurrect,

  and are you trying to deflect?

What is buried with your ex,

  did she just give you a hex?

Is Stormy’s story coming out,

  so we can see what it’s about?

Did the Яussians pad your pockets,

  as Kim Jong shot off some rockets?

Did you observe the Rule of Law,

  or did you shred it with a saw?

With just whom did you conspire,

  what bad acts did you require?

Did you take our secret docs,

  and put them in with your socks?

Did you lie ten thousand times,

  to cover up all your crimes?

Were you cheating on your taxes,

  shielded by a ton of faxes?

Should we all inject some bleach,

  and listen to Falwell preach?

Did you take our campaign cash,

  and add to your private stash?

Questions asked of Mr. tЯump,   as he sets out on the stump.

Sorry that I am so blunt,

  welcome to a real WITCH HUNT!

LDT December 19, ‘22

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