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A periodic record of thoughts and life as these happen via the various roles I play: individual, husband, father, grandfather, son, brother (brother-in-law), writer, university professor and others.

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I was born on Shaw Air Force Base in Sumter, South Carolina, then lived a while in Fayetteville, North Carolina, before moving, at the age of 5, to Walnut, NC. I graduated from Madison High School in 1977. After a brief time in college, I spent the most of the 1980s in Nashville, Tennessee, working as a songwriter and playing in a band. I spent most of the 1990s in school and now teach at a university in Tennessee. My household includes wife and son and cat. In South Carolina I have a son, daughter-in-law and two granddaughters.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Why Does a Squirrel

Why does a squirrel,
halfway across
the leaf-scattered asphalt,
with a car approaching,
stop--
freeze--
turn--
and scamper back
the way it came,
dead in the path
of the oncoming monstrosity,
instead of running onward
--the coast clear--
toward the prize
of a safe
destination?

Answer that and
then run onward
(if you can)
to this question:
Why are so many of us
like these squirrels?

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