Friday, April 10, 2009




The daffodils are out, reminding me of tax day 1994. On the very day I sent my money to the greedy Uncle Sam, a minor treasure showed itself to me, and it was valuable:

Today the IRS took theirs,
but I got back a minor treasure,
pay dirt from funds deposited last fall,
buried in escrow underground.

The vault of morning opened,
and my riches shimmered in the rising sun.

And all that gold was mine to see and count,
mine by grace of God,
beyond the reach of Caesar's tax collector.

A dazzling clutch of daffodils
beneath my woodland trees.

r.moore 4-15-1994

Thursday, April 9, 2009


First, we had America's brave Captain Sully of the air.
Now, we have America's brave Captain Phillips of the sea.
Let's pray for the brave American Capt. Phillips, that his adventure will turn out as positively as Sully's, and that he will be released safely from the Somali pirates.
This is a time to remind you that our U.S. Navy was instituted in the first place as an anti-piracy entity. Do not underestimate its value in peace as well as war.
R.A.T. (Rose About Town) salutes them and the brave captain

Tuesday, April 7, 2009


At last I'm tired of winter. Seeing snow storms on this date in April is kind of like wearing a bikini in Ohio in January.
How do I handle my snow-fatigue? I simply close all my drapes and ignore the weather.
Who knows. Perhaps next time I peer outside it will be sunny and 70 degrees.
R.A.T. is waiting for springtime. True springtime.

Monday, April 6, 2009


I'm reading more about the neuroscientists' identification of the "memory molecule" in the human brain which could be manipulated by doctors to allow people's bad and traumatic memories to be erased. All I can think about in connection with this are Stepford wives; people who underwent frontal lobotomies years ago (thereby turning into emotionless people); and ROBOTS!
What would happen to self-discipline, self-responsibility, moral conscience, the recognition that humans are born with free will... ?
What would happen to the texture and richness of a human life well and fully lived... ?
The possibilities have so many twists and turns...
If Aesop had known about this, his morality fables might have included a Bo Peep type story in which we all turned into easily led, easily managed human sheep.
R.A.T. (Rose About Town) is REALLY worried about this one. Tie it in with the probability of an all-encompassing government being in charge of our health care, and you have a monstrous new version of a medical drama that dwarfs the fear factor of Robin Cook's "Coma."