The Fine Art Of Living Well By Sandi Gelles-Cole Rob Mohr It may not be immediately obvious, but there is a strong thread that ties together the seemingly disparate careers and interests of Lakeside Renaissance man Rob Mohr. It’s all about living the creative life. Whether he is excelling as a painter in New York’s […]
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A Moment Forever By Rico Wallace Carol put a stack of 45’s on the record player. Some of the group were doing The Twist. She turned the volume down. “I want to show you The Swim,” she said. “You do the front stroke, the half stroke, the backstroke and then the cannonball.” She pinched
Ain’t Life Grand! By Another Poor Luckless Soul What a morning…… 8:00 I made a snowman. 8:10 A feminist passed by and asked me why I didn’t make a snow woman. 8:15 So, I made a snow woman. 8:17 The nanny of the neighbors complained about the snow woman’s voluptuous chest. 8:20 The gay couple living nearby grumbled that
Waiting On The Sequel By John Thomas Dodds It dawned on me one morning, watching the cloud train moved along the length of Lake Chapala, east to west, from the deep end to shallow end, scurried along by the sun tying up its Nike’s for a run across the heavens, my life is a
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The Ghosts Among Us By Fred Mittag George Corley Wallace (1919-1998) “Sin and Redemption, Southern Style” George Wallace was a good man, a Methodist, no less, and a man ahead of his time. But he made a pact with the Devil. The Devil delivered and then exacted his price, including the bombing deaths of
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Kicking Alzheimer’s Butt By John Ward So, time continues in its inexorable march, bullying the future into becoming the past and I am getting more forgetful with each new day. I read where researchers think they may be coming close to treating/preventing/curing Alzheimer’s disease, but I am fairly sure it won’t be in my
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Language of Love By John Thomas Dodds I don’t have the words to tell you how much I love you, but this I know: I am not at fault for trying, for Pablo Neruda, who in the still of night, with his sonnets, ripped the future words from my mind, giving them to Matilda.
LAKESIDE LIVING Sandy Olson Phone: 331-283-8529 Email: sandyzihua@hotmail.com March 2018 DINNER THEATRE AT LA BODEGA Don’t miss the Lake Chapala Chorale’s big Broadway Revue, “Singing on a Star 2,” staged in a comfortable dinner-show environment at La Bodega Restaurant. The show repeats audience favorites from the Chorale’s sold-out program last fall, including big hits
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Springtime SomewhereNear Where Icarus Flew By Margaret Van Every Thousands have made the promised hajj; hundreds have been trampled and won’t come home. Six million rams will have their throats slit in remembrance of Isaac, whose throat was spared. Others, remembering another, are nailing hands and feet to crosses or whipping flesh to shreds.
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Missing Joe Davis Joe was blackAnd played bass in our bandThat was all out of whackTill he lent us a hand, on the upright. First night I saw him doin’ his thingBarney answered the door in the early morn andAllowed me upstairs where I was hearin’ them singOld jazz tunes, to the lead of
