Alpha Poem--dark version

Insomnia game: write a poem with every letter of the alphabet. So here goes....(articles don't count)

A bomb came down, elevating fire, gouging hopes, injuring the just, the knowing. Like-minded nomads opened paths, quietly racing, searching to unearth  v  w x y zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

Record holders

I need a new hobby. Which record shall I try to break?

 

The greatest number of standard beermats ever stuffed in to the mouth?

Trampoline to trampoline bouncing?

Letters to editors?

Most paintings completed in 25 hours (medical art)?

 

Fran Capo is certainly on a roll: highest book signing, most chiropractic patients, deepest book signing, fastest talking, fastest song to nationally syndicated radio broadcast.

Casual Commute

So for today's casual commute, I jump into a Celica with a postal worker driving. Or at least he has the uniform on (the shorts, and in this weather!). Are you working at the post office in SF I ask. Well, no, I just stole this uniform for its fashion factor, he tells me.  Snickery boy. There was method to my madness; the hubby retired from the Laurel Post Office about 50 feet from the pickup, and that would be a lot closer than the post office in The City (South SF, to be exact). But he thought Oakland was just not the place for him, except to save on rent. Send more letters with stamps, would you be so kind . . .