Snow

SNOW didn't print well yesterday. It's just as appropriate today, printed properly:

The snow falls down in silence
On the cold, bleak winter air,
Lights easy
On the gray and lonesome street
To change the darkness
Of a drab and faded place
Into a wonderland of white.
A small conspiracy it is
From high above--
To cheer a listless heart
And for a lovely hour
Make one glad to be alive,
To see the lovely sight.

There, that's better. It's still commin' down!

Little Christmas

We've celebrated Epiphany, the twelphth day of Christmas,and now it's time to take down the tree, put the ornaments and most of the presents away. I was heartened to learn that copies of THE FERRY TO AMERICA were given as Christmas presents. It's the story of kids growing up, and it's written for grownups.

Bill Crotty read the book and called to ask where I did the research for this story.
Once you have read it you'll get the subtle humor behind his question.

We are up to our ears in snow! Here's a bit about snow from my book PARTS LEFT OVER.

Now snow falls down in silence To cheer a listless heart
On the cold, bleak winter air, And for a lovely hour
Lights easy Make one glad to be alive
On the gray and lonesome street To see the lovely sight.
To change the darkness
Of a drab and faded place
To a wonderland of white. Peace!
A small conspiracy it is
From high above--