Friday, August 21, 2009
Progress Report
Down But Never Out, received printed copies of four chapters of my Giardello book and shipped them to Philly Boxing History, group that is planning to erect statue to Joey in south Philly next year. They will sell it as premium item to raise funds. Also working on a final edit of my poetry chapbook, and reviewing final changes on The Hummingbird Review. Wife not worried about having to dust around me for a while.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Joined Facebook yeatersay, have 12 friends already. Didn't need another social network but writer friends tell me it is a must for building a base. I'm on Twitter too, but don't tweet much.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Travel Day
Heading over to Tucson to supervise web design of the Hummingbird Review, production is already in full swing! It will be 107 there this week. How I suffer for the cause. Truly love Tucson thought and am always happy for an excuse to go back any time of the year, but January would have been a nicer.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Run away (part III)
Dillon and I started up the steps
between two condo units.
A head stuck out the door quick, a body followed.
“Don’t take that dog up there!”
Stopped on the landing, “It’s a common area,” I offered.
“I’ll kill you!” A really grumpy guy replied.
Before we ran, I shouted,
“I’m a writer and I’ll be back.”
Expected that’d put a good scare into him.
“I’ll kill you,” he repeated.
We ran away, fast.
Now I go by his place real slow
but I carry a hidden weapon.
Measuring only four inches long
but big enough to do-in the Devil,
an Olympus VN Digital voice-recorder.
He threatened my dog.
I’ll grant no mercy.
“Go on big guy, say it again, Sam.
Double dare ya.
I’m a writer.”
between two condo units.
A head stuck out the door quick, a body followed.
“Don’t take that dog up there!”
Stopped on the landing, “It’s a common area,” I offered.
“I’ll kill you!” A really grumpy guy replied.
Before we ran, I shouted,
“I’m a writer and I’ll be back.”
Expected that’d put a good scare into him.
“I’ll kill you,” he repeated.
We ran away, fast.
Now I go by his place real slow
but I carry a hidden weapon.
Measuring only four inches long
but big enough to do-in the Devil,
an Olympus VN Digital voice-recorder.
He threatened my dog.
I’ll grant no mercy.
“Go on big guy, say it again, Sam.
Double dare ya.
I’m a writer.”
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Beautiful
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Big hugs to all in Cabin 20 from Luis and Cindy.
Beautiful day in beautiful San Diego to discuss Into The Beautiful North. We were sitting just a bit north of Missionary Matt’s place. Full house, lots of laughs, lots of love, and lots of hugs.
Pix of Cindy, Luis and Michael Lennie (S.D. native, my literary attorney).
Cindy will write us all when she is able.
Friday, June 5, 2009
I'd Rather Live In Cabin 20
I’d Rather Live In Cabin 20
By Charlie Redner
I’d rather live in Cabin 20.
It’s cold outside the cabin then gets hot.
It rains sometimes and snow comes. Yuck!
There’s a war, make that two wars over there.
Khamenei and Korea both want nukes
like Saddam had in his closet.
Where will that lead?
As GM goes, so goes the Nation,
pay attention to where it landed – bankruptcy.
The economy is in the tank because
of the falling housing market,
caused by bad lending practices by good banks.
After bad bank loans, the “B’s” really took over:
With the promise of double digit profits,
one Bernie made off wilh Billions,
like in real, other people’s money,
even Bacon got himself fried in that dirty pan.
At the time, not even the magical,
mystical Berkshire’s Buffet
could even break-even.
Seems every other day a child goes missing
and never returns,
a loco, local shoots a dozen citizens,
and then kills himself.
Why, just once,
doesn’t the monster shoot himself first?
The stock market dropped as big-oil profits popped.
Has anyone launched a correlation study?
Global warming melts the ice caps
as al-Qaeda turns up the heat in Pakistan.
The Passion film maker builds his own church,
drives into a DUI, and cheats on his wife
while seeking salvation.
The United States constructs a wall
in order to maintain border security
but the Swine Flu pays the obstacle no attention
as do the drug cartels.
The loud sucking sound is jobs disappearing
into the black hole which we now all will view clearer
through the newly refurbished Hubble.
If you hear fear, depression and angst here – wrong!
I’m quite optimistic.
I believe the world will right itself.
The economic tsunami will subside.
Islamic radicalism will be here for
a long time to come but will lose its punch.
Jobs will return, just not the same jobs
that have already left our shores.
The auto industry will complete its crash and burn
and we will be better off for it.
Greed will always produce more crooks,
but not as many and they will not be able
to take as large a bite out of us.
Bad guys/some bad gals, on occasion,
will commit horrible crimes,
but that has gone on since time immemorial,
cable news brings more
to our conscience and keeps it there longer.
No, it’s just that it is so peaceful in Cabin 20,
one can’t blame one, can you,
for wanting to enter and not return
until times do get better in the real world?
Luis, where ever you are out there tonight
thank you, so very much
for this beautiful sanctuary.
By Charlie Redner
I’d rather live in Cabin 20.
It’s cold outside the cabin then gets hot.
It rains sometimes and snow comes. Yuck!
There’s a war, make that two wars over there.
Khamenei and Korea both want nukes
like Saddam had in his closet.
Where will that lead?
As GM goes, so goes the Nation,
pay attention to where it landed – bankruptcy.
The economy is in the tank because
of the falling housing market,
caused by bad lending practices by good banks.
After bad bank loans, the “B’s” really took over:
With the promise of double digit profits,
one Bernie made off wilh Billions,
like in real, other people’s money,
even Bacon got himself fried in that dirty pan.
At the time, not even the magical,
mystical Berkshire’s Buffet
could even break-even.
Seems every other day a child goes missing
and never returns,
a loco, local shoots a dozen citizens,
and then kills himself.
Why, just once,
doesn’t the monster shoot himself first?
The stock market dropped as big-oil profits popped.
Has anyone launched a correlation study?
Global warming melts the ice caps
as al-Qaeda turns up the heat in Pakistan.
The Passion film maker builds his own church,
drives into a DUI, and cheats on his wife
while seeking salvation.
The United States constructs a wall
in order to maintain border security
but the Swine Flu pays the obstacle no attention
as do the drug cartels.
The loud sucking sound is jobs disappearing
into the black hole which we now all will view clearer
through the newly refurbished Hubble.
If you hear fear, depression and angst here – wrong!
I’m quite optimistic.
I believe the world will right itself.
The economic tsunami will subside.
Islamic radicalism will be here for
a long time to come but will lose its punch.
Jobs will return, just not the same jobs
that have already left our shores.
The auto industry will complete its crash and burn
and we will be better off for it.
Greed will always produce more crooks,
but not as many and they will not be able
to take as large a bite out of us.
Bad guys/some bad gals, on occasion,
will commit horrible crimes,
but that has gone on since time immemorial,
cable news brings more
to our conscience and keeps it there longer.
No, it’s just that it is so peaceful in Cabin 20,
one can’t blame one, can you,
for wanting to enter and not return
until times do get better in the real world?
Luis, where ever you are out there tonight
thank you, so very much
for this beautiful sanctuary.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Philly Hero -- not me -- guy on right
Spent Wednesday morning with an old Philly buddy at a local NBC station. He recently hit the grand slam: hardback, movie, soft cover; and he was able to see himself 20 ft. high on the big screen as the movie was his football biopic -- Invincible! Vince Papale is a local Philly hero – talk of a statue for him next to Rocky’s. Crashed into Jack Welch, ex GE chairman while in the green room.
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