The Buckets by Greg Cravens for January 28, 2023

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    Liverlips McCracken Premium Member almost 2 years ago

    Not a bad idea to sculpt a statue to honor all the old folks who have sat on park benches solving the world’s problems for ages.

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    ChessPirate  almost 2 years ago

    There’s no fart like an old fart… ☺

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    MeGoNow Premium Member almost 2 years ago

    Brings to mind an actual statue of three old men who sat around and solved the world’s problems, The Philosophers’ Rock statue at Barton Springs pool in Austin. Of course, they were an English professor who was the preeminent teller of Southwestern tales, a prolific and celebrated naturalist, and a great Texas historian. https://www.herronstock.com/image/I0000M1Yt3Cvyrrg

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    Frank Burns Eats Worms  almost 2 years ago

    Speaking of bumps on a log, one of them has an important appointment with the urologist today.

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    Cozmik Cowboy  almost 2 years ago

    On a Saturday in McConnelsville, OH, they sit on the courthouse wall. Or always did, anyway; I haven’t been to McConnelsville on a Saturday in a long, long time – I really hope they still do (in New Concord, OH, it was the smarter teenagers on the wall along the north side of Main Street saving the world; old men didn’t gather there, alas).

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    cuzinron47  almost 2 years ago

    That would make the pigeons happy.

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    car2ner  almost 2 years ago

    I can see where Eddie gets his positive attitude

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    dcp9142  almost 2 years ago

    Old friends

    Old friends

    Sat on their park bench

    Like bookends

    A newspaper blown through the grass

    Falls on the round toes

    On the high shoes

    Of the old friends

    Old friends

    Winter companions

    The old men

    Lost in their overcoats

    Waiting for the sunset

    The sounds of the city

    Sifting through trees

    Settle like dust

    On the shoulders

    Of the old friends

    Can you imagine us

    Years from today

    Sharing a park bench quietly?

    How terribly strange

    To be seventy

    Old friends

    Memory brushes the same years

    Silently sharing the same fear

    Time it was

    And what a time it was

    It was . . .

    A time of innocence

    A time of confidences

    Long ago . . . it must be . . .

    I have a photograph

    Preserve your memories

    They’re all that’s left you

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    Seed_drill  almost 2 years ago

    The old timers used to congregate in Hardees for breakfast once a week, but then the local Hardees closed and became a Mexican joint, and they don’t do breakfast.

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