Speck of Dust

There’s a lot of self-important people running for office these days. Lest we think they’re better than us, or we, them, here’s a little poem to contemplate:

Speck of Dust

I’m just a speck of dust in the wind,

Blowing about and mixing in;

Sometimes part of the hard red clay,

Sometimes lifting and blowing away.

I’m one in a million

Trillion quadrillion,

To the power of sextillion

Octillion nonillion.

Compared to the whole, there ain’t much of me.

But that means I have lots of company.

We swirl in a cloud on a blustery day.

We come together and we ebb away.

I follow the breeze, this stream of air,

As it carries me hither, thither and there.

I can shine in the sun or hide in the gray,

But I can’t prevent being carried away.

Wherever I go, and whatever I see,

Will pass as I blast through eternity.

There’s never a place that I’ve blown through twice,

And never a breeze that didn’t feel nice.

So if some dust ever lands near your eye,

Please brush it away and allow it to fly.

For a speck of dust loves to roam.

With the wind as its path and the sky as its home.

Stolen Quote: Army

Not only does a good army commander not need any special qualities, on the contrary he needs the absence of the highest and best human qualities–love, poetry, tenderness, and philosophic inquiring doubt. ~ Leo Tolstoy–War and Peace

Maybe this is why war is hell.


My wife likes to embarrass me, in her blog, so I thought I might turn the tables on her. The following is a short story I wrote that is closely based on an actual event that occurred about six years ago. An embarrassing event. Involving my wife:

Free creamers. That’s what she liked so much about going to McDonalds. She’d order a cup of coffee, then ask for, let’s see, how about eight creamers? Then she’d put just one of those creamers in her coffee and stuff the remaining seven in her purse, to be taken home for using later. McDonalds had always been so nice about letting her get away with this.

“Welcome to McDonalds! May I take your order?” the young lady behind the counter smiled.

“Yes, a cup of coffee, please. And can I have eight creamers with that?”

“Sure. Anything else?”

She calculated that she’d need a little bag to hold the extra creamers without them getting scattered in her purse. Then she was struck with a splendid idea. She’d order the hash browns, which come in a small bag just the perfect size. She was dieting, so she’d have to throw the hash browns out, but they weren’t too expensive.

“And hash browns.”

A few minutes later her order was ready. There on her tray at the counter sat the cup of java. Next to it were some steaming hot hash browns. But there were no creamers.

“Uh, excuse me ma’am, you forgot the creamers I ordered.”

“Oh no I didn’t,” the nice young lady reassured. “I put them in your coffee for you.”

She sat at a little table with a view of the Ronald McDonald playground, and gave the coffee a test-sip. Her face scrunched up to the left and to the right, and her gag reflex kicked in. And then she reflected. This little coffee break cost her $3.12, when she could have bought eight creamers at the store for $2.50.

She dumped the coffee and hash browns into the trash receptacle and departed the land of the golden arches, feeling a bit sheepish.

Lesson learned.

Stolen Quote: Beautiful People

Harriet Tubman might have inspired Kubler-Ross’s beauty tip.

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths. ~ Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Too bad our problems can’t be solved with a little face lift or nose job.


Democrats and Republicans in Washington don’t like to compromise anymore. But when they did, this is how it often went:

Democrats like more spending and more taxes. Republicans like less spending and less taxes. The compromise: More spending and less taxes.

But that was okay because economists say that the more the government spends, the more the economy gets stimulated. And they also say that the less the rich are taxed, the more they trickle down upon us in the form of jobs.

I say they ought to start compromising again, and increase spending to about 100 trillion dollars a year, while reducing everyone’s taxes down to 1%. This will cause our economy to explode at warp speed, with astronomical profits for gazillionaires everywhere. And then the gazillionaires will trickle down a torrent upon the heads of the poverty-stricken.

How could anyone lose with a compromise like that?

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