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The Bologna Blog

by L.A. Grawitch

Rated: 18+ · Book · Comedy · #2161749

Just shooting the poop with Lori

He travels the world on the backs of others
Insignificant in his stature and size
His journey carries no mission
Randomly roaming at the will of his host
Sated enough to never question his trek
Life is an open adventure without worry
If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls
Another bus awaits to grant passage
With a furry friend to carry him home
Ah the wonderful life of a flea

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

Kåre Enga in Montana

Dec 29, 2022 at 10:45pm
In response to "Back again"

Writing also has fewer calories.

Even short entries like this count. It keeps the gas from backing up and... well, no need to go there...

Hope you can check in whenever the urge arises.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Dec 27, 2022 at 9:28pm
In response to "Back on"

Post something on the Newsfeed that you're back. Folks don't read blogs like they used to.

Personally, my life has changed a lot in the last few months.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Dec 16, 2021 at 6:36pm
In response to "Songs"

Instagram, YouTube? I dunno. I want to write some stories placed in Thailand... maybe a screen play... complete with music in Thai/Lao. I've even sang some to myself (melody/images rather than words). My voice left me long ago but that shouldn't stop me from singing.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Oct 29, 2021 at 10:50pm
In response to "Jobs"

Yep. When the right ship passes by... you'll be ready.

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Kåre Enga in Montana

Oct 24, 2021 at 4:40pm
In response to "Old Friends"

I wish... I was looking forward to my high-school reunion... but covid. I no longer live close to where I grew up. None of them live here. I have to rely on new connections.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Oct 24, 2021 at 4:37pm
In response to "Happiness"

I didn't connect well as a child. Never quite felt at ease in my skin and I wasn't taught how to get along.

So I've spent a lifetime working on connections. Sometimes it worked! No need to mention the other times.

I continue stumbling on my journey.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Oct 12, 2021 at 6:44pm
In response to "New York"

Glad you went.

I can imagine it would be overwhelming for the senses. I live in quiet and will need to adjust next time I travel. I mostly live in silence and that's not in my forecast.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Oct 3, 2021 at 9:56pm
In response to "New York "

I'm a bit jealous. I've never been. But as a world traveler I concur with what you say. Enjoy being with your daughter.

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Kåre Enga in Montana

Aug 21, 2021 at 7:29pm
In response to "Games of the 60's and 70's"

Yes, I remember jarts. We were careful. I didn't play marbles. I came to dislike Monopoly. Later I learned to dislike Risk.

I prefered card games. I played to win. Of course, I lost as well.

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Kåre Enga in Montana

Aug 18, 2021 at 9:41pm
In response to " RoboCalls from Work"

I'd be pissed and demanding to be paid for answering the phone! I worked 11 pm - 7 am. I did NOT works days. I did NOT work evenings. I slept 8-4 and told friends not to call me unless the house was burning down. I literally could not work if I didn't have enough sleep.

Some at that time thought we should have rotating shifts. The night crew adamantly said NO. My opinion? Rotation is an abuse and so are many schedules for police and hospitals. I've worked both. You want a doc or a cop who's worked 16 hours straight to look after you?

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September 9, 2020 at 8:33am

#992847

The Bridge

The Bridge

A rickety wooden path of someone else’s making
Swings lazily in the breeze over the rivers edge
Buried in the hillside, a pulpit with views breathtaking
Inconsequential by design, camoflauged by God’s scenery
Conveyor of souls, hearts, and time, a melancholy ledge
Blended amidst the earthen sod, hidden in nature’s greenery
Stands the proverbial bridge, gateway to destinies beyond
Haven of all the heart’s desires, the lyrical voice of happiness
Life’s aqueduct, where never-ending dreams are spawned
Hope blooms hardy, and aspirations of youth are ravenous
Passageway of mythical tales, and fabled childhood yarns
Bridgeway to untrue castles, realm where reality seldom lingers
Skip the cobbled walkway of unicorns, and the prince of charms
Instead build the bridge of personal horizons, erect it sturdy and strong
Allow for a bit of fantasy to dwell, but give vision to the path ahead
We are the builders of our own bridge, where joy will find its own song
What lies beyond is of our making, and youthful dreams are all but fed
Through strength, character, and commitment, our sturdy bridge is built
A bridge built upon faith, family, and love, stretches long and wide
Assemble the rugged footholds, where hope is painted in golden gilt
The bridge calls us all by name, follow the path with courage as guide

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