Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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My Verbal Rambles with Regan of Texas. (Email sent 21 November 2024, 0300 Hours). Hello, Regan, It is the middle of the night and my mind still races. For the stores, prohibiting those distinguished guests with bare feet, Just sew some of your own moccasins for your shopping experience. COMPROMISE WITH TRIVIAL MATTERS, BUT STILL WIN. Glad Ms. Caroll is mending. Just had part of my head amputated for cancer. Had a jovial time with the surgeon. We know each other well. I have used guns on the farm now and then--rats! (I hunted one deer with a bow for three years and succeeded--THAT is sport.) My brother, 20 years old, was shot in the back from a long distance, So no sound was heard--he just dropped next to his hunting partner. I opposed the Vietnam war and was vindicated When MacNamara stated before he died that it was a 'wrongful' war. I have historical schizophrenia with guns and war. What fun we could have discussing over a good ale! I would even go barefoot to be accepted in your presence in that bar, If you so insisted, and of course if they even let us in. I am alone for Thanksgiving, so I am planning a simple repast Of Taters, Nips, some good Scotch, and of course Haggis. Are you familiar with such?--with the ignorant, a bad reputation, But so delicious--no different than a wurst or a humble 'hotdog'. All include, historically, everything left on the floor and walls. . . . And we eat that stuff at our national pastime. . . . So why does everyone dump on Haggis??? Damn, it would be nice to have a good face to face with you. And in between chats, I would help you wrangle up some Fallows For shipment to some rich Texan rancher with 12 oil wells! (We need those rich extravagant ones to keep us peasants in business.) Be so well !! Frank. Frank Maurer 21 November 2024 0300 Hours.