My grandfather would be very disappointed in me, Grandma too. I’m pretty sure my wife realized she’d made a mistake not long into the marriage. My kids just laugh at me. Sometimes snidely I might add. There are a number of subjects the above paragraph might pertain to, but in this case, the topic is … Continue reading Gittin’ Things Fixed
Je t’adore NPR, though I am not your NPR junky. I didn’t mourn - rend my clothes or keen or wear black for months - as some friends did when Bob Edwards lost his job. I don’t listen to all your shows though The Morning Edition, All Things Considered, and of course news on the hour … Continue reading The Heyification of NPR
8-20-14 I am trapped in my hotel room as I write this. Around 5:20 this morning I stepped out of my room so I could throw away boxes of candy I had purchased at the next door Winco last night. Hot Tamales, Tootsie Rolls, Heath bars – two packages of each – needed to be … Continue reading Notes From A Hotel Room
The 33rd meeting of the Poetry Groupies of America There once was a girl from Broadway, Who wrote poems from morn to midday. She slept on her couch With computer and mouse And woke to compose verse 'bout subways. ~Michael Kroth Originally Posted On Facebook No Publisher Will Touch It, 2-25-18 Mr. Bartender … Continue reading Hey Profound Bartender
Sometimes here at the Profound Bartender we try to have a little sense of humor once in a while, so for a scootch of fun we might stretch a story just a wee bit here and there... Does it irritate you as much as it does me when a waiter drops off your food and … Continue reading Enjoy!
“Every day opens and closes like a flower, noiseless, effortless. Divine peace glows on all the majestic landscape, Like the silent enthusiastic joy that sometimes transfigures a noble human face.” ~John Muir, 1988, p. 13 Let’s start with a proposition or two or three. One proposition is this, “At birth, each person is endowed with … Continue reading The Patchwork of Our Potential
I HEREBY RESOLVE, WHEN WRITING, TO NAME THE COLORS I SEE AND NOT WORRY WHETHER THEY ARE “RIGHT”! My new GPS watch lay in its beautiful packaging. It was one of the leading name brands in GPS devices, and its black, round, rugged face looked back at me, telling me to rip the box apart … Continue reading My Color Blind Manifesto
My mom used to love bluebirds, I always remember that, with love, about her. I have a little glass bluebird she kept in her windowsill. My grandparents were Kansas farmers and went every Sunday to a little Methodist church called Grandview about seven miles down the road, except for the rare Sabbath when the summer … Continue reading My Mom Used to Love Bluebirds
Summer Stock Theater by Michael Kroth July 3rd, Deep Creek Lake, Oakland Maryland, 1974. The 20th season of the Garrett County Playhouse opens with seven shows. Lovers and Other Strangers kicks it off and yeah, it’s summer stock theater and I’m in all those shows. Just a college kid. One show is on stage, … Continue reading Summer Stock Theater
Sometimes here at the Profound Bartender...we try to have a little sense of humor in our writing once in a while, so we might stretch the story just a wee bit here and there.. Ever have one of those days when you start the day so out of it that you pop into the shower, … Continue reading Makin’ Me Crazy
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