One grave belongs to my cat, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

The other is a grave in New Orleans

It’s funny how these places where we leave our dead remain the center of our lives for so long- we visit them, care for them and as time goes by we leave them to their new homes and say how beautiful their resting place is.

Besides:  They have a new family among the dead.

Maybe we stay away after a spell because we’re jealous of that.

I will be honest.

I am.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Daily Post: Center


It Really Was That Simple


Now days when something goes wrong, we hit Ctrl-Alt-Delete- or we pull the plug and reset.

Back in the day- we jiggled it.

We jiggled electrical cords, Rabbit Ears ( google it ), we jiggled our loose teeth and the handles on vending machines and with the right touch you could jiggle a pinball machine and score points. We jiggled the dials and buttons on our TV sets and phones.

We even jiggled the loose change in our pockets.

Jiggling use to  solve a lot of  our problems.

Those were the good old days.

Daily Post: Jiggle