Harlan Foster

Guido's Christmas Eve

T’was the night b’foh Christmas an’ me n’ da boys Was out cruising Chicago makin’ some noise. Uh, stockin’s was hung by d’fire washed n’ clean Cuz d’ol’lady din’ have no dryin' machine. Some o’d' boys had been put in jail So me n’d fambly was out skimmin’ f’bail. All of a sudden we sees dis light up in... (posted by Harlan Foster 1 year 167 days ago.)

I’m In the Middle and Don’t Know Which Way To Go

(The following was told to me by a close friend who is going through hell and is unable to see the light at the end of his tunnel. He did not ask for advice or counsel; only to be heard as he bared his heart and soul before me.) There are days, not too frequently, but they come along now and then, and nothing, absolutely nothing and I mean NOTHING goes right on one of those days. It begins in the... (posted by Harlan Foster 2 years 103 days ago.)

Onus--The Monkey On My Back

I suppose there comes a time in the life of every living human being when they face themselves in the mirror and ask, "Who are you?" Now, maybe I'm being facetious or completely naive when I think that everyone will take this step in the development of life. Just because I did it doesn't necessarily mean that everyone is interested in the image staring back from the looking glass. The general consensus of opinion is that... (posted by Harlan Foster 2 years 115 days ago.)

No Politics: and That's the Way I Grew Up

I've always believed in the democratic process of life and the government. It was easy: let someone else do it. After all, "I'm just one person; I'm not gonna to make any difference, anyway." And that's the way I grew up. I watched my mother and father on the days they would vote. My father would mark the sample ballot; he and my mother went to the neighborhood polls and voted the way my father marked the ballot.... (posted by Harlan Foster 2 years 118 days ago.)

And Along Came Me

Didja ever see a piece of string just hanging from some place as you walked by on a public sidewalk? I mean a piece of string hanging over the sidewalk and you're the sap who sees the string and what's worse, you're the one who pulls it. Has that ever happened to you? Well, I hope I'm not the only one who has been through an episode like that. But if I am, lemme tellya about my fix. It was in the early seventies in Orange County... (posted by Harlan Foster 2 years 141 days ago.)

Double Your Questions, Double Your Doubt

Dimorphous, he was That in no uncertain terms He appeared here and there. Schizophrenic? Not a chance. Not only could he dance To the music, He danced to the music That he played. The uneducated looked at him With jaundiced eyes. The smart and smarter Looked at him with critical eyes. But none could understand The dimorphism that blatantly Accosted their intelligence. ... (posted by Harlan Foster 2 years 145 days ago.)