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My yearbook inscription would be the same if I could choose it: Be happy, healthy, and successful, and always listening to music. I went with my mom and younger sister to Pop concerts, then I switched to Rock. I’d leave the shows still feeling giddy, thrilled, charged, and once in shock. My first time seeing U2 in Boston, sitting so far away, I never dreamed I’d later be so close when Bono started Sunday Bloody Sunday! A few rows back, with seats behind the stage in Pittsburgh – May 2001, I’m not sure if I cried or froze I was so overcome. I still get emotional when telling about that night! I’ve seen them in three more cities, but that’s still my highlight


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House Concert

We're sittin' in the round
Producing a sweet sound
Not a nicer group found
Maybe not renowned
But talent to astound
Songs fun and profound
As the evening unwound
And more cider was downed


Inspired by friend Karen's house concert last night

Dennis Taylor

Dennis Taylor was a great man
Not a long enough life span
He was a fellow Red Sox fan
I'll honor him best I can
Find ways to comfort his wife
Who's grieving the loss of his life

Written 10/19/10 after learning of the death of my friend's husband

My Green Scene

Napkin, Toilet, Towel, Computer
I buy recycled paper goods

Cardboard, Plastics, Glassware, Newspaper
I sort recycling as I should

Clothing, Cookware, Linens, Furniture
I donate excess from the home

Engine, Lighting, Gadgets, Thermostat
I power down when left alone

Dairy, Cereals, Berries, Vegetables
I try to develop my organic taste

Light bulbs, Water, Mailings, Packaging
I look for ways to reduce waste


Written for a contest with company, posting for Global Work Party

Chris

My high school friend died of AIDS.
Nasty disease attacks, invades!
Years too early his young life fades.
How long til this monster is slaid?

Remembering Chris on his birthday

Denied

How long can I hide?
When do I get off the ride?
How do I get others to abide?
It's about time I cried.
My spirit already died.
Too hard to swallow my pride.
Too much negativity inside,
Since I've been denied.

MS

For some it denies at the eyes,
Instead in bed another lies.
Some adapt to a set of wheels,
When the leg no longer feels.
Later in life it moves in fast,
The active ways now in the past.

Some try experimental drugs,
Or meet in support groups for hugs.
How to combat they're not sure,
Fundraisers help toward a cure.
Too many with the diagnosis,
Having Multiple Sclerosis

For my brother and friends who live with it