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Subject: Brother Larry Hogan OFM

When the Weak experience Strength

And Joy replaces Tears of Grief

When the Desperate, Hope

And LOVE dissolves Fear

When indecision appears

Those who trust, Do

Those who Don’t,

Do “Right”.


About That Roll by “aka Popeye”

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Enjoy yourself

(I’m sure you will)

And when you’ve sated

Your need for swill,

Then stop.

Look around.

Are you the only act in town?

Has it abated?

Your grand design

How do you rate it?

Don’t stop now.

You’re obviously on a roll*.

By Lee Broom aka Popeye (A recent nickname) inspired once again by his Burger Lovin’ Buddy, Wimpy (who in a moment of confusion, thought that  aka Popeye had been created in His own image.)
*The roll was Wimpy’s favorite food. Actually, a hamburger bun, this roll became the iconic metaphor for chubby cheeked Burger “Kings” everywhere, a foil to Popeye’s vegan preferences symbolized by the greenest grub on Planet Earth, spinach, which came only in cans and turned otherwise wimpy fellows and even a Mouse I am told, into Mighty Men and one Rambunctious Rodent.

A Solution for Finding Lost Stuff.


When you pray, whaddaya pray for?

Me? I’m an atheist.

Cool. So whaddaya pray for?

I told you; I’m an atheist.

Okay by me. So, whadaya pray for?

I give up. What do YOU pray for?

I ask for help in locating stuff that I’ve mislaid.

Really? Like what, for instance?

My cell phone for one thing. I lose it frequently.

Yeah? What else?

I lose my glasses a lot.

Anything else?

Umhmm; I pray for mislaid qualities like courage, honesty, acceptance; that sorta thing.

You do, huh? Who do you pray to? What do you call this God of yours?


Suit yourself. I’m still an atheist.

Really? Why?

Why? Because there is no evidence of A God anywhere.

Would you like me to pray for some evidence for you?

Do what you like.

I just did.

You just now prayed for evidence for me? What did this God of yours say.

He asked me to invite you to call anytime. He said He’s not going anywhere.

Father, huh?


A Few Basics

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During the last couple of physically aggravating weeks I was encouraged and empowered by following these basic bits of advice.


1; Question everything or live the life of The Lemming. Mother.

2: Look it up in World Book. Father.

3: Do what you’re supposed to do when you’re supposed to do it (and don’t do what you’re not supposed to). Jim.

4: Trust God and do the Next Thing. Meister Eckhart.

5: Be courageous and ask. Morris.

6: Nobody warned me. The Lemming.

Any Excuse For a Rhyme.


How many millions are in a trillion?

How many leaves in a forest?

How many souls exist in forever?

How many came before us?

Where is it written?’Where are the answers?

Where is the heavenly Chorus?

When did the Big Bang Beget the beginning?

Is the answer there before us?

What if I told you I knew all along?

What if you held a Thesaurus?

A new interrogative might have an answer

Or perhaps it would simply bore us.


By Lee Broom

The Choir of Meadowlark Hill

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It began with a glimmer, a sliver of light.

In a matter of minutes the glow was right.

And the Meadowlark sang its song.


Another Lark………… another, again.

A feathery chorus was now on hand

As The Boy mimicked their song .

More Meadowlarks sang along.

And The Boy became a man.


The Year was not New. It was warm,

There was dew as the day took form

Like a voice from Heaven

The boy of eleven,

Joined the choir of Meadowlark Hill.


This morning was more than  a  day in the life,

This newborn man

Met the day now rife

With the pleasance of Trill

On The Hill of The Larks.

On The Hill of The Man.

A  humble young Man

Said Thank You.


Thank You  he said again.

Again and again and again.

By Lee Broom


September Eleven

If two strange men in a strange, unpopulated land encountered each other after years of wandering afoot, each with the memory of having survived a war which apparently had killed everyone else, would these two wanderers prepare to fight, shake hands, embrace…?

What would they do?

Suppose they each thought their way through all the possibilities and each decided, independently of the other to explore avenues of communication; they exchange names, and then what? Would they begin with their own language, then explore their way through whatever other linguistic possibilities occur to them?

Two weeks ahead now; these two have developed a language of a hundred words. They hunt. They share knowledge of plants and reap, clean and eat what they dare eat, they capture, cook and eat whatever they are able and they talk. And their language grows. Do they argue? Do they compete in any way? Or do they place as a higher priority, the accumulation of knowledge? Will opinions and biases of group knowledge from previous lives motivate them?

Assume the obvious that they are aware of sexual needs and being the heroes that they are,  decide that the highest priority is to find women and begin to repopulate, what then; do they remain where they are and wait for new arrivals? Do they break camp and begin wandering once again? What direction? Certainly they need not back track. Or perhaps they should. They both came from densely populated areas. Perhaps there are other survivors who were slower to emerge from the rubble.

These questions and the activities which inspired them were the events of the dream which compelled me to greet the world.

Enjoy your day.


Atheists are the world’s least logical thinkers: “That car approaching has no turn signal; therefore he will not be turning.” (CRASH)

Baptists are next: “That car approaching has no turn signal: Heaven help me. (Whatever happens is God’s will).”

Agnostics are the best but leave room for improvement: “That car approaching has no turn signal: let’s wait to see what he does. Now, what happened to that car that was coming from the le…….”


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You have a long journey ahead of you, said the old-timer.

Yeah? How long will it take?

Oh, it depends.

Depends on what?

On how big a hurry you’re in, I suppose.

Where am I going. What should I look for?

Well, here’s the thing, said the old-timer; In the future, one second is as far from your grasp as a trillion light years.   if you are focused even one second into the future, you will never know anything. Truth will be defined by measuring probablilities.

What’s a light year?

You got me.