Wrong button

Wrong button
The warning signal chirped on our cell phones — not true … no Hawaiian birds could possibly emit such a chilling noise. (Bird reproduction would plunge as mating calls were drowned out.)  It was the same incessant beep sent out to alert us about island floods that never challenged us but jolted us out of whatever we were doing in quieter times. Mysteriously, the morning was clear and dry as could be. First, Bill’s phone at 8:06, and then mine two minutes later: “Emergency Alert… Ballistic missile threat inbound Hawaii.  Seek immediate shelter.  This is not a...
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Wanda: Ten Times On Each Side

Wanda: Ten Times On Each Side
This piece is dedicated to Wanda, whose immense strength can be measured both physically and by the way she guides, who gives of herself  compassionately, and who inspires us to go further in every way. And it is also lovingly dedicated to Sachi, whose new friends in Oahu will soon embrace her as ardently as we will miss her ageless spirit.     Silver and Fit is the name of our class. Wanda didn’t name it, though she has everything to do with why at 11:00 a loving stream of senior fitness fans troop in three times a week to her club house at Trunk Trainers, while elephants line up to...
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Going Veggie

Going Veggie
I’ve always been the salad chef at home, opening the refrigerated  vegetable drawers filled with green onions, (I learned not to say scallions back in the old country), tomatoes of every size and plumpness, celery stalks that could use a little more head room, cucumbers on their way to pickledom bursting with little bumps, and so on. The “and so on’s ” should be growing in our garden but they don’t get enough attention these days and I can’t pack them up and take them with me on my daily mountain walks. And they don’t come in plastic bags like our store-bought...
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The Pigs are coming!

The Pigs are coming!
Maybe the routine would change if we made the first move and invited the roaming pigs to stop by at an assigned time for a nibble.  Enough of this sitting back and waiting for them to take charge without confirming dates … Yes, you might sense already that we’re a little fed up with their boycott on courtesy.  There’s no “let’s check the calendar and see what’s open” dialogue that might make their visits awaited drop by’s. They prefer to visit quietly (we’re guessing usually at night or while we’re eating dinner and cataloguing the sunset)....
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– ahhh, here we go again!

– ahhh, here we go again!
www.gilbert-bugbee.com/stories/looking-up/ Honestly, I’ve lost count of the number of times that my knees shake at the sight of a full moon — at the blast of a full moon! And I’ve run this adventure more times than seems humanly possible! I still remember that night so clearly!  And, I won’t let you forget that tonight’s moon spectacle is also special: it’s an Aquarian full moon!  P.S. The previously unidentified family in my story was none other than Horace Digby’s clan — remember when he won the exalted Benchley award! *  *   See for yourself ...
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Memories of well-spent junior high school days

Memories of well-spent junior high school days
For a starter — oh, my incredible English teacher, Mrs. Goldman at Riverdale JHS 141, oh-so-secretly invited me to help out at school, one hour early, so, that with the the dawn’s early light, I could secretly help her mark my classmates’ essays… No, maybe it was Miss Rau in ninth grade. (Your guess is as good as mine!) I was never a hard grader — besides, everyone in our class was so smart to begin with — and Miss Rau was forever conscientiously looking over my shoulder to be sure I didn’t give my friends any special benefits. Longtime cohorts like Peter (Dr....
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