The Creative Coast Magazine
The Creative Coast Magazine
OCEAN VIEW SKY OF BLUE JUST WE TWO SCENIC PLACE SUNTANNED FACE WARM EMBRACE SIFTING SAND LOCAL BAND HAND IN HAND BLUESY TUNE GOLDEN DUNE ORANGE MOON DOLPHINS PLAY PALM TREES SWAY CARES FLOAT AWAY GULLS
Elvis lives. Elvis lies! Presley promised “fun in Acapulco” and “romantic nights in the moonlight” in Guadalajara. Never trust the words of a Tennessee mountain boy singing a Mexican song. Hell hath no fury like a sorrowful senorita punishing the
Back in the early 1960’s, employment opportunities for working women were limited. The typical workforce in business welcomed secretaries and stenographers. Common professions for females were two-fold: nursing and teaching. Since 3rd grade, I longed to teach school, so the
When I was One I had just begun. When I was Two I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just
The campanile of la Chiesa Cattolica towered above all buildings in Serino, Italy. Antonio and his friends climbed its 132 steps, then shimmed up a rope to the top of the bell tower. This vantage point offered optimum viewing of
Sepia-colored images on the wrinkled photodissolve the faded smiles and blurred features of my parentsproud Italian immigrants standing in front of their new establishmentfirst-time restaurant owners Garden Spaghetti House the sign above their heads in bold letterseuphemism bastardization of our
us: Dance, dance, dancehim: Pretty Womanme: My Guyhim: Baby, I need your lovingme: Can’t buy me lovehim: The times they are a’changingme: I want to hold your handhim: Love me dome: You don’t own mehim: How sweet it is to
Setting: Johnny sleeping in bed. His mother enters the bedroom. Mother: Johnny dear, Time to get up and get ready for school. Johnny: (he turns over; no answer) Mother: You need to get up now. You’re going to be late!Johnny:
YULETIDE IN FLORIDA, WHAT A SIGHT TO BEHOLDTEMPS IN THE 80s WHILE YANKS HAVE FREEZING COLDNO WHITE STUFF FALLING, PALM TREES ALL GREENBLIZZARDS DOWN HERE WE BUY AT DAIRY QUEEN FLIP-FLOPS DONNED TO CELEBRATE BALMY WEATHERT-SHIRTS OR SHORT-SHORTS REPLACE UGLY
“She’s in heaven with the angels,” I responded to my grandson’s question about the passing of my mother. Weeks later when the three-year-old returned from an air show at Jacksonville Beach, I asked what he thought of the performance. The
Old age recycles the bodyInfant once pink turns blueNature recalls with rapid speedTo complete life’s circle anew Fuzzy hairs on baldy topSteps and thoughts are staidAlpha becomes OmegaWhen life’s mean trick is played Baby teeth all whisked awayClacking dentures enter
ATTITUDE: Jacksonville folks are quick to reply with the cordial “yes ma’am, no sir, or bless your little heart.” They are just as likely to angrily remind New York Yankees, “the South will rise again!” Local gentlemen graciously defer to
