Down river from Oceanport, East of Eatontown, a signal fire burned. We were there then. To us, this polluted river was the Carribean as Cold War raged on.
American Lit (Draft Project7) is a work in progress. Some of what I post here helps the drafting there.
What I am is an imperfect, damaged, night school educated, Cold War survivor, doing better with selfcare, Medicare, and Social Security.
Poet, painter, storyteller, rabble-rouser โ a tempest in red lipstick. Expect provocative opinions, spirited rants, and lots of laughter. This is my playground, the rules are rewritten daily.
A Substack of subjects of interest to me...history, politics, writing, family, Asperger's, weird stuff, animals, and humor. For folks to enjoy. Angry trolls can go elsewhere.
Free from all forms of censorship that pervade our media, ลฝiลพek evokes and provokes philosophy, politics, culture, and so on.