Tourist Trap

J: "What do you think of Lance Armstrong?"
D: "I wouldn't care if he won ten Tours de France and had two balls, he's a dog!"

I Worry More (by David Filer)

I worry more now that my son is out
On his own . . . He's free
To cross his streets without a father's help—
A father's caution, practice reading the signs.
And though I must admit he's doing well,
Anything could happen, and he's still mine
To fret over. Finally I understand
My own father's silence. Not uncaring,
As I once thought, it's the brave wordlessness
Of love and wonder, and no little fear:
Two fathers, now watching from their distance,
Two sons who risk the futures they will miss.

Colorado, November 2004

More hilarious than you might think. Also colder.

Germany, July 2005

Classic beauties at Schloß Schwetzingen.

None of the Books Have Time (by Philip Larkin)

None of the books have time
To say how selfless feels,
They make it sound a superior way
Of getting what you want. It isn't at all.

Selflessness is like waiting in a hospital
In a badly fitting suit on a cold wet morning.
Selfishness is like listening to good jazz
With drinks for further orders and a huge fire.