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It happened again. I wish you were here to keep me calm. Everything was going fine. I was giving my presentation on the effects of Gamma radiation when some idiot stood up and said, “Dr. Banner. Isn’t it true that the Monkees are a better band than The Beatles?”
Not again, I thought.
I calmly tried to explain that The Monkees were a band assembled for a television show. They were intended to be an American version of The Beatles (even though Davy Jones is English.) That their hit songs were written by other songwriters like Boyce and…
Jimmy was a romance writer
His novels sold and sold
But Jimmy never knew real love
until he was quite old
His novels were just his own dreams
His wished for himself
Nothing more than Fantasy
put on the Romance shelf
He wasn’t much to look at
Or so the girls would say
He lacked a chiseled man physique
Much to his dismay
To top it off, he went bald
at an early age
A heartbreaking experience
that made him disengage
Why bother even trying
to win a pretty face? …
Harvey was nervous when he walked into the machine shop for his interview. The country was in a depression, and jobs were scarce. He hadn’t held a steady job for months. Fortunately, Harvey learned metalworking during the Great War.
The shop owner, Mr. Mammonish, greeted Harvey and walked him over to a large metal press. The massive machine slammed down with incredible force at regular intervals.
“Here is the deal. This is an automatic press. You need to be able to remove a stamped sheet of metal and place a new sheet in this press within five seconds. …
Over the past three years writing on Medium, I have been blessed to consistently have a small number of Medium readers express that they enjoy my writing. I genuinely appreciate their compliments.
On the other hand, most of my real-world friends and family have zero interest in my writing. Anytime I posted about my writing on Facebook (my account is private and just for friends and family), it only got one or two likes, and those usually didn’t translate into reads. So I rarely bother. I have heard similar things from other writers. …
Old bones. Young heart. Writes lots of different stuff.