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Over the last few weeks several of my coworkers and I have been collecting names of some the customers that we have here at our local neighborhood financial institution. Some of these people’s names just amuse the crap out of us. Now I must share a few of them with you:

It was a good thing we were in the drive-in, and that I have a sturdy car. Because you could have knocked me over when (Put On Your) Sunday Clothes came warbling over the speakers with Michael Crawford’s familiar voice.

One of my New Year’s Resolutions was to get books from the public library, rather than buy them, which has been my custom for years. My husband and I love books, but I realize that books generate paper and waste. I’m trying to become a minimalist.

I know how Newman feels.

I just knocked out a Hugh Jass project and I want to savor for just a moment the feeling of accomplishment that comes with moving a giant stack of paper off of my desk. I want to enjoy it for just one second before moving on to something new.

Ok. That second has passed. That was pleasant.

It stands tall
covering the clutter behind
the pile I have gathered
over the years...
of pins and needles, pots and pans

It stands still
masking my worries, my sorrows
hiding the wounds of hurt and spite
shrouding a heap of emotions I stored
encasing the pool of tears I cried

It stands strong
backing the burden beyond

Some Bristol Middle School students found out that wearing t-shirts in support of the Relay For Life cancer awareness program is not suitable - their shirts were taken from students. And copies of the Bristol Herald Courier newspaper which reported the problem were also banned from the school as well.