Fishing Madness

It was Sunday morning;

Up and ready as the day was dawning,

To be greeted by light rain;

What’s fun without some pain.

Could go either way;

So I start the day 

with waders, boots, waterproof jacket,

net and staff, rod and reel.

Headed for the Battenkill.

It began to pour, but I pushed on.

The river was swift, a siren song.

The rain was steady;

But I was ready.

Anticipating the days events —

Pushed on, ever braver;

Ready to defy the elements

Even as the rain grew heavier.

Line and leader became a tangle.

Time to head for home,

No choice really, no good angle.

I was all alone.

Captain Ahab without Moby Dick.

August 1, 2021

Look Around

No solid ground.

Clouds and rain.

Climate change?

New challenges

And old problems.

As old as poverty, racism,

Self interest and greed.

We can produce a vaccine 

that counters covid.

But cannot get it where

It’s needed most.

Is this a lament?


And one

Thing is undeniable.

Some say “me too”

But “me first” still rules.

July 19, 2021


With friends at dinner,

The issue of Woody Allen came up.

I found myself defending him.

Here’s why.

As children of the sixties,

We challenged boundaries

in love and politics.

Political correctness

(No substitute for 

Political courage)

Stifles creativity

in thought and love.

To say “me too.”

To condemn and cancel,

Is safer than initmacy, audacity

Freedom and development.

Where is the line between

Sexuality and perversion?

Who draws it?

July 10, 2021

Two good ones by my friend Alice Rydel

Best Friends

I wasn’t



politically conscious

or astute

I was a little child

but I knew about best friends.

My parents received a letter

offering me a chance to transfer

to a better school

a white school

May May didn’t get the letter

I wouldn’t go.

I wasn’t 



politically conscious

or astute

I was a little child

but I knew about best friends.

A Memory

We held hands

walking home from school

swaying back and forth

bumping shoulders.

Best friends

very, very smart

our science project:


We painted the round fish bowl

shiny silver

but only had toy soldiers

as astronauts.


Kennedy was assassinated.

We stopped.

Washington County

(With thanks to Nancy Krauss)

Coming here.

Being here.

To go from one to the other

 is the magic of life upstate.

Not just a matter of time,

Its a life transition;

A change in your relationship to

The mountains, the trees, the river.

The quiet acceptance by neighbors,

If not agreement, with lifestyle choices.

You have to want to make the shift;

You have to want to be here

June 27, 2021

A Culture of Giving

We’ve got your back.

You can make a mistake

And not be hung out to dry.

You want to fish?

We’ll make it happen

and we’ll cheer you on.

You can tell me 

It hurts when I put you down,

and be assured it will stop.

Our culture of giving 




Our culture of giving 

Makes creativity 

and risk taking


May 30, 2021

The Average

(A W.H. Auden poem shared by Warren Liebesman)

His peasant parents killed themselves with toil
To let their darling leave a stingy soil
For any of those smart professions which
Encourage shallow breathing, and growing rich.

The pressure of their fond ambition made
Their shy and country-loving child afraid
No sensible career was good enough,
Only a hero could deserve such love.

So here he was without maps or supplies,
A hundred miles from any decent town;
The desert glared into his blood-shot eyes;

The silence roared displeasure: looking down,
He saw the shadow of an Average Man
Attempting the Exceptional, and ran.


Resistance Women.

Inspired by the story of women

Waging an underground fight against the Nazis

At great cost.


David Hume teaches that

Leading a positive, moral life

replaces religion and sustains us.

Much to absorb

Much to inspire.

Life has its tragedies;

And disappointments.

How could it not?

And we have the capacity to

Follow love, not anger and bitterness.

It’s our responsibility; 

And it brings joy.

May 5, 2021