I had some dreams ... they were klowns in my koffee.

(With apologies to Carly Simon)

This is my journey through job transition from a toxic environment to a better life. Join me for a few thoughts and a few laughs along the way.
What are "klowns in my koffee"? They are the factors large and small that make you less than you are. A "klown" can be a grossly incompetent boss,
a short-sighted policy or a moronic coworker. They won't kill you, at least not immediately, but they abrade the soul
as you scrape past them to get through the day. Sometimes it's best to dump them out of the cup.


Day 229 - Veterans Day

In Flanders Fields
Lt. Col. John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.


Corsair, The Mostly Harmless said...

I think I might have told you this before, but last year, here in Rochester the Ladies were out on Armistice Day (That's what they still called it, and who am I to disagree) handing out paper poppies to all and sundry. The two Youths in front of me on the sidewalk eagerly took a poppy each, and as they walked down the sidewalk, commented how wonderful it is that these old folks celebrate "Gay Pride" week.

I fear someday that my dedication to civil liberties will be overly strained by the vapid know-nothings I am daily forced to endure.

Larry in Rochester

Burning Khrome said...

Oh, Larry,
I love that story!

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