Righteous riffs

It’s So Good

New Year’s Eve 2025

I don’t mind the ups and downs 

taking laps around the high school 

when snow keeps me off the track

The numbered parking spaces 

keep me company

reminding me every step counts

Reminding me of the charts 

we used to play in Sam’s band 

when I was in my teens and early 20s

I always say thank you 

To the low hundreds on the hill, 

descending the side of the building

while walking out of breath back to my car

One twenty-five: Cherry Pink 

(and Apple Blossom White)

might’ve been a stock arrangement

Four-bar intro

then Dad playing the Billy Regis trumpet part straight

while I provided the proper punctuation 

for the dancers …

one-two, cha-cha-cha

one-two, cha-cha-cha

One twenty-four: Tuxedo Junction

one of Dad’s favs, which made it one of mine

we kept the intro polite

Holding it back ‘til

it was time for church

Dad’s eyes closed, spirit moving

Taking chorus after chorus

going back for seconds and flatted thirds

bending notes that would’ve made Glenn Miller blush

Wrapping it all up with … 

One seventeen and theme:

C’est Si Bon

“Lovers say that in France”

Us playing soft two-beat behind Alice

Before swingin’ it into four 

How I loved kickin’ the trumpets

“Every word, every sigh, every kiss … “

Pow … Pow … “Dear” … 

“Leaves you on-ly one thought … and it’s this … dear ….” 

Taking my New Year’s Eve laps as three-song sets

still humming Auld Lang Syne climbing back into the car

after shaking hands once again on the bandstand 

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Excursions

Sit, stay ….

Went for a walk over lunch the other day in the industrial park near our office. 

Note to self — take more walks over lunch. 

Figured I’d go 15 minutes out and double-back. 

I followed the concrete sidewalk as far as the giant fenced cell tower behind one of the Mitsubishi buildings. 

In the 20 years I’ve worked here, I’ve never gone farther than the big tower.

Was about to turn around … just as a person happened to be coming the other way, earbuds in.

“Excuse me,” I said. 

Asked him where the rest of the trail goes.

“If you keep going straight through the woods, it comes to a park.”

Said he believed there might be a left and a right, too, but he’d never done those. 

His response made me curious enough to break my routine and keep going.

Two minutes later I found myself under a fairy-tale-worthy canopy of trees … when I happened upon this.

 

The plastic bag’s what got me to stop. 

And smile autonomically. 

I can’t remember if I actually said, “Awww,” or … just felt it.

My heart immediately filled thinking of the tender deliberateness of whoever thought to take the photo.

And get it printed so small … at the perfect size to invite a closer look.

Then framed. 

And come back … to give the world passing by … a reason to stop … and autonomically smile.

I wondered at what point the thoughtfulness occurred to put it in a plastic bag … to give it a chance against the elements.

Wondered if they brought the pup when they placed it.

Wondered if they said anything.

I wondered if they knew how much it might mean to a stranger out for a walk over lunch … to be reminded that such gentle souls exist in this world. 

I just stood there for a few minutes … and danced with a million questions I will never know the answer to.

If the photographer knew Kyle. 

Family maybe? 

Kyle’s dog? 

They go for walks here? 

Or maybe it was a stranger who just noticed the bench and thought Kyle’s memory might want some company.

Considering the possibility that there might be such people in the world was enough for me.

Faith, hope and love … all wrapped up in a tiny plastic bag left loose on a bench.  

I wished on the spot for it to remain there forever. 

Though I knew it was just as likely that it might be gone by my next walk.

I’ll let you know.

Just in case … I wanted to wrap it all up … to protect it from the elements … and leave it here for you to stumble upon and smile … and wonder while the world passes.

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Reminders

Reminding myself ….

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