Foundku trio

With the 100th anniversary of the publication of "The Great Gatsby" exercising the synapses with a rereading, it was originally read in school many years ago, and finding unintentional sherku in Fitzgerald's writing.  Unintentional simply because I was not anywhere near him at that time, nor had the sherku idea occurred to me so I could share it and he could write accordingly.

A baby act

in costume,

champagne served 

in glasses 

bigger than 

finger-bowls

One of those

rare smiles,

the whole world

for an instant,

at that point

it vanished

Slow-thinking 

and full of 

interior 

rules, that act 

as brakes on 

my desires

Thanks to CB for the idea to revisit Gatsby 

The wind howl

 I

Maybe the weather is trying to us something, listen to the wind howl

I chose this soft chair tonight so I can read and listen to the wind howl

If there are no ideas but in things, then what do we call how we govern ourselves? Must we adhere to rules listening to the wind howl

If the idea is not a universal one, we are all lost in our own way, and then no one pays attention listening to the wind howl

If your green is not my green, what is green? Is there even a green? How would we know if we can only listen to the wind howl

If my green is grass growing, bending in the breeze, and your green are dollars in a digital ledger, they won't be listening to the wind howl

If there are no ideas but in things, and we are all on our own, will there be a thing, or a time, for all of us to listen to the wind howl?

  II

What might the weather be trying to tell us? 2024 set so many records for extreme weather, and even now, we listen to the wind howl

The clown who would be king took us out of the Paris Accord, again, shouldn't we have learned that lesson, listen to the wind howl

The clown’s cronies are running amuck with the way things should be, will there be anything left? listen to the wind howl

The muzzle velocity of news, executive orders, coming from the clown and cronies is staggering by design, listen to the wind howl

After the scorched earth, there is hope nature will return, it takes time, it won't be easy, just listen to the wind howl

Water finds the low points to make its way, gravity isn't ruled by executive order, there can be goodness listening to the wind howl

So Sherlock, now what? Hunk down, keep the faith, mind the flywheel, spend time learning and listening to the wind howl

Time for listening sessions

  I

What does it matter? Nothing will change at the listening session.

You mean then that your mind is so set, you can't go to a listening session

The budget is what it is. But the structural deficit is very real, things can, and do change when folks ask questions, or make comments at a listening session

There is no “found money”, it does not grow magically on trees, it comes from taxes and local receipts, those sources and the cost drivers are outlined at the listening sessions

Did you know the library card is a magic tool to gain free access to newspapers, and other online resources, all available without a listening session

Did you know the DPW plow the snow, fill potholes, flow water to your faucet, care for the fields, and lights on the common, also available without a listening session

Did you know Police and Fire depts finally reached staffing levels authorized years ago, this staffing is now in jeopardy unless folks understand the details of these listening sessions

  II

There is economic hardship among our neighbors, the Master Plan document lays out these details, those are available without a listening session

Did you know the national wealth gap lives here too, it should not be a surprise, all our neighbors need to understand the impact of these listening sessions

Did you know economic hardship is like a hidden disability, including stigma, it is not very visible at first glance, with or without a listening session

One point of view says we are “One Franklin.” I wish that were the case; if we have to say it, are we really? It is time for another listening session

Another point of view says “We need to save Franklin.” Actually, we do. However, this group goes on to disparage certain individuals, such attacks only divert us, from paying attention to the listening session

We are a commonwealth, we need to care of all our neighbors, some of them may be the most in need of the services that would be cut without understanding the listening session

So Sherlock, now what? We need to face that we are in this together. We need to make a decision.  There are more sessions scheduled, we all need to absorb what is said, and not said, in the listening sessions

 

White socks

   I

There is a story why in my youth I was always wearing white socks

Many photos of me, pants leg too short, revealing white socks

I lived on a hill above the river, took many walks down, and across the bridge, to the boys club wearing white socks

So many times walking across the bridge, the wooden sidewalk boards sometimes missing, wearing white socks

Still dream about walking that bridge stepping among the broken boards, usually a nightmare, especially with white socks

Got rubbed inside the elbow to see if we were clean, before allowed into the free swim, at the boys club without white socks

Free on multiple points; free to club members, shower first, no bathing suit required, and of course, no white socks

  II

A foot infection was picked up freely walking on the wet pool deck, and tiled showers, at the boys club without white socks

Not just one foot but both, needed to be soaked, cleaned, medicine applied, and then wear the white socks

Couldn't take a chance with colors running, to worsen the condition, it was weeks without swimming, wearing white socks

Walking at times was painful, the feet were so bad, isolated in the house, no exercise, medical attention, and white socks 

As my healthy feet returned, I left the pool for the ball games, baseball and basketball, where it was okay to wear white socks

Athletic again, stylish almost, when my dress pants were long enough to fit better, to cover the ever present white socks

So Sherlock, free swim seemed to change your life, any regrets about dealing with the stigma of white socks?

One at a time

 I

The nut and screw collection grew over the years, 

now it needs to be sorted one at a time

The task is not really impossible, if you focus 

on starting, and doing, one at a time

So many threaded types of screws; machine, wood, 

drywall, and other specialties one at a time

Bubble sorting, making the initial pass, picking 

those screws with nuts attached, mated one at a time

Next bubble; by size, the larger ones stand out 

so pick them for their own pile, one at a time

Next bubble; picking out the nuts, square or hex, 

are the most prevalent, one at a time

  II

So many screws, where did they come from, what project 

were they left over from one at a time

Some carry paint, a possible clue to the work once done, 

somewhere, and saved one at a time

Many are left over from a “some assembly required” 

project, I did projects like that, one at a time

Intermixed with the screws, nuts, and bolts are 

the special connections for those one at a time

The backing of bookcases or bureaus were 

cardboard and fastened with brads one at a time

Flat head or finish nail, drywall or flooring, 

roofing nail or tack, also mixed in one at a time

So Sherlock, now that they are all sorted, easier to 

find the right size, or type, to finish one at a time

A "putter day" project

https://www.franklinmatters.org/2024/12/franklin-tv-putter-day-2025.html

what's next

 I

The funny thing about hate is who you hate doesn't 

feel it, when you finally realize that, what's next

What do you do with that wasted hate, it is 

wasted on them, but consuming you, so what's next 

She looked at me as if I had two heads, one of which 

she knew, the other had no place in her world, what's next

The story told that won the day will likely play 

out in ways perhaps that they didn't want, so what's next 

Instead of using the gas powered blower, just rake the 

leaves into a corner, where the wind will take over, what's next 

We were about to change bedside places, watching 

over Dad, when he stopped breathing, so what's next

 II

Such beauty in these past prime black-eyed Susans, 

they are very ready to give all for what's next

The joy of running carried me many years, I am forced 

to walk now, I find joy in slowly moving to what's next

The sounds of life can jar us from what we are busy about, 

a wailing siren breaks through, pausing us, from what's next

A touch can be so subtle, intimate, stirring, life giving; 

moving through time without touch avoids what's next

Busy beavers chewed a double tree bringing it down

near the glistening shoreline where it rests for what's next

A better story needs to get developed to win 

back the day before there is nothing left for what's next

So Sherlock, are you working on the story that will touch 

those who need to take action to prepare for what's next 

"The funny thing about hate" comes from a line by In-Q, in his poem "Father Time"

This much I know

 I

Answers may not be a big deal, this much I know

Better to ask the proper question, this much I know

Peeling and cutting the wax coated turnip is a holiday 

prep activity for me, she'd rather I do it, this much I know

The ceiling skylight can let the rain sound hard, otherwise

The downspouts sing as the rain flows, this much I know

Making walking routes, centered from our new house,

They are longer or shorter than before, this much I know

We only moved a single mile, not very far, yet the loops

Are changing, bringing different views, this much I know

How long is long, what is new, when will it all be better

The answers will change upon point of view, this much I know

 II

You can calculate the circle by knowing the diameter and pi

Even better when full of your favorite pie, this much I know

The tax rate is a talking point and not really a worthy one

The tax bill is a more important comparison, this much I know 

What services are included, and what are not, is worth finding

So you can compare like for like, this much I know

There ain't no such thing as a free lunch, some one

Always pays for something, this much I know

Comparing oil vs gas heating is not easy, the companies

Don't want you to know the truth, this much I know

If you don't have to pay, be careful, then you become the product

How much are you really giving away, this much I know

So Sherlock, answers can come and go, most don't matter, 

The questions are key to understanding, this much I know

Content in context

  I

One of my guiding lights, understanding the content in context

Is another way of saying getting the big picture is content in context

So sunshine on a country road, cornrows reaching for the blue sky

Handcrafted sign for a roadside stand fits content in context

Further along that rolling road, another handcrafted sign, this time for free 

Flying lessons, is not quite the same fit for content in context

It could be that the farmer, an excellent craftsman, also gets money

Flying tourists to enable living his life fully content, content in context

The craftsman in raising corn and tending to flying machines

Can be valid for an ex-military pilot, living a dream, content in context

Staying on the surface, staying with first impressions, can leave out those

Sometimes wonderful sideroads, by roads, content in context

  II

The first hour of the market is a quiet time for those challenged 

with sensory issues, respectfully to enable them to enjoy the content in context

The singer made it completely thru a song on the third try, had to switch battery, 

swap plugs, to get the best power for his content in context

Give me the beat folks, want to get lost in your rock & roll

Rhythm and rhyme and harmony, heck with the content in context

Markets naturally occur at a crossroads, they are easy to get to,

Enabling the exchange of goods or services, content in context

Puppy on a lease pulls a young girl, another girl trails along carefully 

munching a candy apple on a stick, fun content in context

Great to be a little one, young legs exploring every nook and 

cranny of the Town Common, it's their fun content in context

So Sherlock, your legs don't move like theirs these days, 

get used to it, learn to live with your content in context

credit initially to Tom Asacker who introduced me to the concept

Answer is 42

  I

Deep Thought took 7.5 million years to calculate the answer is 42

We said “I do” in 1982, and this year 2024, gets us to the anniversary is 42

Frustrating to see things develop, where the outcome 

should be good, and yet turns bad, don't folks know the answer is 42

Garden harvest has been good for my greens, cherry tomatoes, 

less so for the garlic, despite planting when the answer is 42

Voracious reader, turning pages among various book types, 

trying to escape from a world where the answer is 42

Weather varies in summer, not a surprise, much appreciated 

when the humidity is way down, closer to the answer is 42

Walking streak not as good as my reading streak, also need 

to work on the strength exercises, get back to where I was at 42

  II

Choosing your partner, do you throw caution to the winds, or 

calculate the pros & cons, going when the answer is 42

The bent brown leaf scuttles across the roadway, scratching 

the surface, almost crablike, looking for the answer is 42

He looked for other college presidents to join in writing letters 

to students, sharing advice on whether the answer is 42

Translation matters when working with a derivation of the 

original, or working within the language, where the answer is 42

Household chores have long been divided to share the work, 

and specializations that come naturally, when the answer is 42

“Take the cotton of the mind’s doom-ridden chatter out of your 

ears, hear the booming voice of the heavens” the answer is 42

So Sherlock, listen to “the roar of fate, the ruckus the muse 

makes” when you finally realize the answer is not 42

Credit for the quote to Haleh Liza Gafori’s translation of Rumi in her book “Gold”

For DS

To Do

 I

The higher the humidity goes, the less I want to do.

walking to the pool, too long today, not something to do

Are you one who glances at books sideways, 

looking for hidden words? Is that something for you to do?

Amazing, to see what it is that attracts one's attention, that is 

jumping to the front to command, this is what you need to do

The motor sputtered, refused to start, the vehicle is now

awaiting time, and schedule, for service to do

No one pays attention to what goes on, until it starts 

happening to them, then all else goes aside, something's urgent to do

Walking down the dark slightly sloping aisle, carefully

selecting a seat, settled in, ready to get away from things to do

  II

Standing under a star filled sky, fireflies in the grassy field, 

rising, make their way to treetops, doing what they need to do

The choice is not “Do I fight? or do I give up?” The question to be 

making a real difference in life is, “What can I do?”

“Radical” doesn't always mean being out on the edge, primary meaning is

Being rooted, it should be what drives you to do what you do

When a word is used outside of its original meaning, it may be creative, 

or deviating, be aware of that, recognize what they do

When they recognize you but don't remember your name, 

recalling may be their problem, but is there something you can do 

What you fear is a great example of the power of imagination; 

accepting that concept, choose hope, see how much that can do

So Sherlock, when they hear it through the grapevine, something that is not 

happening, what is it that you really want them to do

Send me on my way

  I

Wooden ladder leans to the house, accessing short roof ledge, 

hawking Romeo to visit Juliet, send me on my way

All 3 cars backed in the driveway, no hurry to get home, 

time blocking ready to leave, send me on my way 

Strolling along the shady side, cooler by 10 to 20 degrees, 

tomahawking the temp, send me on my way

Text on the page just sits, spoken words fill the air we breathe, 

squawking the life we live, send me on my way

The tail of the letter q apparently evolved from the tail of a monkey, 

rollocking play with questions, send me on my way 

What is better, an answer, or a discussion leading to a better question?

sweet talking much more discussion, send me on my way

  II

Doing anything the proper way is best, I go fishing for words, bushwhacking impatient dictionaries, send me on my way

Tiger lillies welcome drivers to Weikert, lining the curving roads, flocking along Buffalo Valley, send me on my way

Life’s issues play in a rainbow of color, the key is managing the gray, peacocking between spaces, send me on my way

My hands were wet when I was at the source of the Nile. Dry now, rocking the source within me, send me on my way

Blue hydrangeas didn't bloom last year, frost caught them just as they were about to, gawking this year's splendor, send me on my way

Sunlight dances on Penn’s Creek, lengthens the glistening flow, cyberstalking the deep, send me on my way

So Sherlock, go make space for the silence to be broken,

knocking down doors, opening windows, send me on my way 

In response to Rusted Roots’ “Send me on my way”   https://youtu.be/IGMabBGydC0 and multiple contemporary events

Cross points

  I

Let me tell you a story. It began simply enough. How do I convey my idea to you? Sign language began to get the point across

We were busy, we still needed to share our story. From a distance, I couldn't see your hand sign but the smoke signal got your point across

So busy, the story was pressing, we didn't want to carry wood to the desert, so we developed a flag and semaphore system to get our point across

We stumbled about our busyness, and in stumbling we fell and discovered sound, “ouch” was a breakthrough to get our point across

Sounds became easier to spread across a distance, we found the echo, and then drum beats to help get our point across

Devices were crafted, and refined, to help carry the sound or the drum beats for greater distances to get our point across

  II

In the telling of our story, through all the developments, time was spent on coding, and decoding, the message to get the point across

What did this hand signal mean? “I don't think it means what you think it does” was a problem to be resolved to get our point across

Coordinating the meaning of this, or that, makes a difference. It takes time to do, and for those who spend the time; they get their point across

The more time coordinating, and preparing, the more it becomes easier to craft the message, and be successful, in getting the point across 

Gather, discuss, decide, produce, rinse and repeat, these are the all important steps to keep the energy focused on the flywheel to get the point across

The energy can become distracted, attention can shift, from focal point to focal point, instead of trusting the process to get the point across

So Sherlock, what comes next? Consider the sun will rise tomorrow. Keep the flywheel spinning so folks can get the next point across.

I struggled to complete this but a friend sent me a text that gave me the spark to do so. Thank you!

Do the right thing

   I

When Dad was 18, he enlisted as a US Marine, serving and surviving 3 World War II Pacific island battles to do the right thing

When I was eighteen, I got a draft number for the Vietnam war, that I hoped would not call for me, unless it was the right thing

Now 50 years ago from that Vietnam conflict, when those that did serve returned, they did not get the recognition that should have been the right thing

War was hell and being home in the US wasn't much easier; anti-war protests, race riots, gas shortages, all trying to do the right thing

The news headlines were big, dramatic, chaos seemed to reign, and yet many of us survived those days, times trying to do the right thing

I had trained for a few years with a rifle drill team. I was captivated by their precision, cadence, moving in unison doing the right thing

  II

Looking back, that was likely a reach for stability in the midst of the chaos around; along with lessons from Coach Wooden to do the right thing

UCLA was THE team, consistent, dominant on the college basketball court. Coach melded great talent in his system for success doing the right thing

I still take my new shoes, and re-do the laces just like I had read about as one of the lessons Coach Wooden taught in prep to do the right thing

To play the game Coach started with the basics. If the shoes were tied properly, no need to lose time during a game doing the right thing

A simple thing, shoe laces, but tied properly, they stayed tied. When time was critical, using time wisely paid off doing the right thing

88 game win streak, 10 national championships, 7 consecutive, a set of records unmatched today, doing the right thing

So check Sherlock’s shoes when you can. You should see the right lace goes over the left, a reminder to always do the right thing

Starting over

 I

Awakened by his performing a great cover of “Starting over”

I've heard the song before, but not in this way, I'm starting over

Settling in, back from our trip to the “pearl of Africa”, with only 

One house to reside in/worry about now that we're starting over

Twenty-eight year residence in the past, paperwork filings

Confirmed the closing, discharges, and details of starting over

Finished reading “The Ocean at the End of the Lane”

And realized it is all about memories, water, and starting over

As we search for good things in our past to share, 

Isn't that what we end up doing? Starting over

Recollection of a specific instance, you "fill in the blank",

It changes us, recognized or not, and we're starting over

  II

Water is critical to life, we can't go many days without it

Thirst quenched, rehydrated, our body is starting over

Water can flow in a stream, river, and progressively

Larger bodies of water, each time it seems to be starting over

Can you stop the stream? Try, and you'll get left behind. 

Catch up, and you are really in a new place, starting over

Your body sweats expending effort in the catching up

Sweat may drench your clothes, weighing down starting over

Cold water, kept in a jug in the fridge is refreshing 

Hot or cold, water is life, enabling starting over

Don't live in the past, there is a happy place to be

When the sun rises tomorrow, and your life is starting over

Sherlock: remember the jar of Maraschino cherries next to the water jug

They remind us to celebrate the small moments starting over

Referential inspirations:

• The cover of Chris Stapleton, “Starting over” was performed by State Rep Jeff Roy at the opening of the SAFE Coalition performance space    https://youtu.be/_4fD7XAd72w?si=UWh7b-y0z-Sf51Vg 
• Pádraig Ó Tuama - Poetry Unbound.   https://onbeing.org/programs/thomas-lux-refrigerator-1957/#transcript 
• Ocean at the end of the Lane, Neil Gaiman.   https://www.neilgaiman.com/works/Books/The+Ocean+at+the+End+of+the+Lane/ 

Lessons from dust

Travel can be fraught with peril or challenges. One prepares with preparation, research, packing, and the hope that such will enable a successful journey whether for business or pleasure. One also asks for blessing from the almighty. Trepidation about the potential for peril brings to mind: “All go to one place: all are from the dust, and all return to dust.”

While we ultimately go to one place, the modern airport is a mixer. Folks arriving, going to their destination; others arrive to transfer to their destination, or take the next step to their destination. Walking through this airport, I notice my shoes are still colored with the red road dust we picked up on our travels. Only 4% of the roads in Uganda are paved hence our accumulation of dust. “All are from the dust, and all return to dust.”

How big is Uganda? As a native Rhode Islander, I always find it interesting to put things in perspective. How big is Uganda compared to RI? 100, yes, one more than 99, and not just a round number. 100 RIs would fit within Uganda. 11 Massachusetts would fit. So that may help explain how we spent 20 days there and really did not see it all, no matter how much dust we collected. “All are from the dust, and all return to dust.”

Uganda is one of the poorest countries in Africa. The country has been struggling to properly utilize their resources. 60% of the population live on an average $1.25/day. When one finds out that there is also 40% unemployment, that helps to explain. Each community has a street market. Street vendors sell many of the same items; mattresses, food & produce, hand crafted wooden furniture, welded steel gates & doors. All of these are also cleaned daily to wipe away the dust. “All are from the dust, and all return to dust.”

Uganda is referred to as the “pearl of Africa.” Interesting image. Oysters make pearls. I quote: “The formation of a natural pearl inside an oyster begins when a foreign substance slips into the oyster between the mantle and the shell, which irritates the mantle. It's kind of like the oyster getting a splinter. The oyster's natural reaction is to cover up that irritant by encapsulating the interloper, thereby protecting itself. The mantle covers the irritant with layers of the same nacre substance that is used to create the shell, and these concentric layers of nacre will eventually form a pearl”. To continue the analogy, the continent has provided Uganda with a varied landscape, from the savanna, across rivers and valleys to mountains. With resources (minerals in the ground), and wild animals (in natural environments). A speck of sand (or dust) can not create a pearl. That item can be expelled by the oyster. Dust however is accumulated by all visitors. “All are from the dust, and all return to dust.”

One of the key resources available are the wildlife; giraffe, elephant, water buffalo, warthogs, chimpanzees, the mountain gorilla and a variety of antelope to name only a few. Viewing these majestic animals in their habitat is an amazing experience. They live off the land, or each other, that most of the time is pleasant and peaceful. They have life's basic needs to be busy about; food, shelter, caring for each other, and their young. Fortunate to be only a few feet away from a rather large alpha male silverback gorilla, we both took a deep breath, and listened to the jungle. “All are from the dust, and all return to dust.”

Our travels, approximately 1800 miles over 20 days, provided me with a deeper understanding of how Uganda is “the pearl of Africa.” The people are so much like us. They desire similar things, a good home, opportunity for their children, they enjoy dancing, and singing, etc. Their opportunity by being born in Uganda rather than elsewhere presents a challenge for them. However, their spirit is good. They take things in due course. The sun will rise tomorrow. “All are from the dust, and all return to dust.”

While traveling, I was surprised to find internet access much more prevalent than I expected. In a lull moment catching up on world news, an article in The Guardian caught my attention. It talked of the art curator who cleans Michelangelo’s David and who is quoted as saying about her work: “You know when you clean a bathroom, you clean and clean and think you’ve done a great job but then you spot some dust and wonder ‘where did that come from?’,” Cecilie Hollberg said on Monday. “This is what it’s like. Dust is everywhere.” “All are from the dust, and all return to dust.”

In summary, when you happen to travel, prepare & prepare, trust the process, look out for one another, there will be bumps in the road, this too shall pass, be watchful, the world around us is a wonderful thing. Be curious. Take some time to process it all. Approach life with the dust pan, gathering dust, and then moving to catch the next line, now smaller, then the next line, still smaller. Repeat and repeat. “All are from the dust, and all return to dust.”