THE WRITE BROTHERS

Ancient Sumerians wrote in cuneiform;
Ancient Egyptians wrote in hieroglyphics.
Ancient Americans write in cursive form;
Impatient physicians write in hieroglyphics.

As an ancient American who still writes poems in cursive form, I wish my fellow fathers everywhere a Happy Father’s Day. 

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PRE-RESIDENTS’ DAY

My fellow Americans: as most of you know, today is PRE-RESIDENTS’ DAY. But whether you’re a typical well-educated American, or just a good-old-boy American, you probably can’t name many PRE-RESIDENTS. Some of you may not even know where the PRE-RESIDENT resides. Know problem. Think of him or her this-a-way: if you’re addicted to playing the lottery, you no doubt think of yourself as a pre-multimillionaire. In the same way, being the optimist that you are, it logically follows that a PRE-RESIDENT must be a homeless person — but only a temporarily homeless person (or, in this case, a temporarily White Houseless person). So, as soon as a temporarily homeless/White Houseless person wins the big prize, (s)he’s home free, so to speak.

But, sad to say, neither want nor optimism guarantees a winner, as you may perchance recall:

https://theobservationpost.wordpress.com/2015/12/20/winterdream/

Feb. 15 being a holiday and all, I trust you’ll pardon my using the re-reposted WINTERDREAM poem one more time (I could’ve taken today off, you know). But, as long as I’m here, Feb. 15 also happens to be the birthday of prolific pre-WW II songwriter Walter Donaldson, one of whose noteworthy songs is on the money for resident Ohioan mistermuse (that’s Hoagy Carmichael on the vocal about two minutes in):

Yes, there really is no place like home. May you never end up a PRE-RESIDENT.

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P.S. As I put the finishing touches to this post on Sunday, it saddens me to add this postscript: late Saturday night, a fire across the river in Kentucky destroyed the 185 year old Rabbit Hash General Store, which was not only “the center of the universe” (to quote a board member of the local Historical Society), but the campaign headquarters and second home of Lucy Lou, the doggone best of all the pre-presidents running for President, by fur:

Rabbit Hash General Store destroyed in fire