“Ahem.” <tap> <tap> “Ahem. Hey, is this thing on? Can you hear me? If you can hear me, snap your fingers.” <tap> <tap>
“Great. That’s great. Thanks. Two snaps up and all that. Ok…”
<unfolds paper>
“Ok, here’s what they call a nonet. First one I’ve ever done, really. Ok, here we go, ok?
“Ahem….
“You could say I never had a home I was a military brat Then I made my kids brats, too We moved all over hell Saw some heaven, too Now I’ve been here Fifteen years Goodbye Home
“Thanks for listening.” <small curtsy, awkward bow, exit stage left>
I’m writing this with a bit of moisture collecting in the corners of my sockets.
I’m a cyclist, bassist, writer, poet, songwriter and retired USAF pilot. My logbook's permanently closed, but day by day I’m still working on the rest.
Mary - thanks for editing it and making it better, making it worthy of publishing. Hope you have a good week, and thanks for all you do every single day. I'm certain you never get all the thanks you deserve. Best,
