Defining Moments

  Brimming with American nostalgia,  My Wonder Years  will surely resonate with anyone who’s ever struck out on their own to find themselves… https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/my-wonder-years-jeffrey-pipes-guice/1142655646?ean=9798885909082

  He never really knew his father… Left his mother when he was only two… His prospects in life seemed limited… But his mom did the best she could do… His clothes were mostly hand me downs… He lived above his grandpa’s Irish bar… It seemed he was dealt a losing hand… No one expected him to go very far… But he was a pretty nice young fellow… And he made good grades throughout school… No one seemed to notice him that much… And he appeared to be anything but cool… He excelled in both math and science… And he liked history and geography, too… His teachers saw that he had promise… Encouraged him to do the best he could do… While he passed his classes with flying colors… He never really found a good friend… There was one girl that caught his eye… But she never noticed as he was part of the blend… It was at the end of his senior year… When he eventually made his presence known… He mustered up all the nerve he could find… To finally called the girl on the phone… He invited her to his senior...

  Ruth Grace Moulon, known as Ruthie the Duck Lady, was an American woman who was a notable figure in the French Quarter of New Orleans. She was often seen riding from bar to bar on roller skates wearing eccentric furs, drinking Budweiser and smoking Kool cigarettes while accompanied by a couple of ducks. A New Orleans native, she was born Ruth Grace Moulon on Jan. 19, 1934.  As a child, she and her brother raised ducks in their family’s Royal Street apartment. The ducks would follow young Ruthie everywhere, and her family began promoting her as “the Duck Girl” and charging people to take photos with her, as well as selling picture postcards of her image. Ruthie became a French Quarter fixture from the 1950s through the 1990s and was known for her moodiness, either speaking sweetly to passersby or mightily cursing them. She’d hit up friends and strangers for Budweiser beer (“for her duck”) and Kool cigarettes (“for later”). Ruthie became the subject of documentaries and a musi...

The witch’s black cat… Came flying through the air… Should we catch it… Should we dare… Should we just let the cat… Come tumbling down… Should we let the cat roll… Over and over on the ground… And why did this cat… Come flying through the air… Someone had to throw it… Ask the witch, if you really care… I’m not asking the witch… Especially not on Halloween… She turns everyone into pumpkins…. Or have you not seen… So when you see the witch’s cat… Let’s all hope that it’s not dead… And please don’t kick… The pumpkins in the head… © 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

  You came into my life… At a time when I needed you most… Your friendship was something special… You untied me from the bed post… You knew my heart was broken… I was simply trying to move on… You said it was all going to be alright… You made my sadness finally be gone… We talked late into the evening… You wanted to take it slow… You said everything would be better… If only I would finally let go… You showed me how to be patient… You said my broken heart would mend… You said all I need in my life… Was an honest and caring friend… You held my hand so softly… And then you pulled me near… You knew I needed to be held… Your hugs were so sincere… You made me feel I could trust you… A feeling I hadn’t felt in so long… You told me everything would be alright… That next to you was where I belong… Now we go to church on Sunday… We walk in the park hand to hand… You show me what true love should feel like… Not butterflies in some fairyland… Thank you for being there for me… Thank you for giv...

I love to spend my afternoons… Walking leisurely through the park… I love to feel the fresh air on my face… Listening to music from a robin or a lark… I love to watch the school children… As they feed the ducks and the geese… I love to hold the hand of my girl… So much love and joy and peace… It seems that life is just wonderful… As young mothers stroll in a group… Their babies sleep and all is well… Until I step in a pile of dog poop… There’s only one thing I dislike more… Than running from an aggressive goose… And that’s the sight of some hipster… Too important to pick up his dog’s duce… I don’t want to sound like an old fart… And I don’t want to come across as a nag… But the park is here for everyone to enjoy… So, please, just carry a frickin poop bag… ©  2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice