Saturday Afternoon Matinees


Sexual curiosity is in our genes.
As grade schoolers in the 1950’s,
neighborhood kids took turns
baring private body parts
in an empty garage, while friends
peeked through the windows.

Boredom set in quickly and
images of nudity evaporated
from our collective conscience
as we pursued other activities.

The arrival of raging teenage
hormones put the sexual pedal
to the metal, launching that
awkward ‘groping in the back
seat of the car at the drive-in
movie’ stage of life.

Today’s teens have technology
lending a new twist to the
realm of sexual exploration.
‘Sexting’ takes them boldly
where no one has gone before.

Nothing much is left
to the imagination or
to be discovered later,
at perhaps a more mature
juncture in life.

What were once fleeting sexual images
residing only in the mind, now
live on in cyberspace indefinitely…
images that can come back to haunt
people of all ages, at any time.

Evolution Marches On


Are helping us to
Fine tune our

They provide the
Perfect vehicle
To text, rather than
Thereby eliminating
The need for
Verbal communication
With other
Human beings
In one fell swoop.

Perhaps we will
To develop larger
For lightning fast
Keyboard prowess,
While our
Vocal cords slowly
Wither away
And vanish.

Psst…The World Is Out There

Moraine Park in Rocky Mountain National Park

A family of five was seated next to us…
a man, woman and three boys aged 10 to 16 or so.

They had snagged one of the coveted tables situated
by the picture windows at the Sundeck Restaurant
in Estes Park, Colorado.

After perusing the menu and placing their orders,
all five simultaneously fired up their electronic devices
and got to work texting, tweeting and gaming away.

A deafening silence fell over the table.
Not a word was spoken.

Meanwhile, outside the window within clear view were
snow-capped mountain peaks, aspen leaves fluttering
in a gentle breeze and planters overflowing with
vibrant blooms.

Not a single glance was cast in that direction.

The food arrived. Everyone chowed down.
A word or two wafted above the clatter of
knives and forks against plates.

With dirty dishes cleared away, the electronic devices
reappeared in a flash.

One more brief bonding session with the glowing screens
completed, and they were up and out the door.

Sunday dinners aren’t what they used to be.