E is for Ernie. He was a fellow I met several years back. He was not what you might expect from an Ernie, but interesting all the same. He had long hair and rode a motorcycle and believed in werewolves and vampires and would not go outside when it was a full moon. Ernie chewed tobacco and could spit a very long stream and he wrote the Olympics Committee more than once as he thought tobacco juice spitting should be one of the sports. He was sure he’d get gold, and I’m sure he would have too. Ernie is out there somewhere with a mouth full of Beechnut happily cruising down some highway with bugs splattered on his goggles (he didn’t believe in windscreens. he said only sissies used them). There have been famous Ernies in history. Ernie Pyle, Tennessee Ernie Ford, and Ernie the Plumber.
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I would hope that anyone who reads my poetry understands that I write what comes to my mind and it doesn't mean I'm the reality of the words. I mean that just because I write about alcoholism does not mean I am the character in the poems. I write about those I've known and those I know and a very wide grouping that is of sinners and saints, those who know who and where they are going and those who are completely lost. I am empathic. I write in the first person because I feel the reality of what I am writing about. Like Dean Martin pretending to be drunk while performing I am not what it may seem. Just a thought as I know some out there who read what I write see the words and not the art or the understanding of the problem I am commenting on, nor do they understand that the comment is for the purpose of illustration and not my own personal reality. Married to a wonderful woman who is my best friend. Ronald Reagan Conservative Republican. Masters of Accounting-Taxation, United States Marine, taught for 10 years at the University of South Florida, held the following professional certifications: CPA, CVA, CFA. Published author, currently writing three novels and a ton of poems. View all posts by Gordon