DKFarkas

My father told me that his father, Jewish and living in the Bronx in the early 20th century, would go to a vacant lot, swing a dead chicken around his head, shout something like “Bad luck be gone, and throw the chicken to some distant corner of the lot.

You are profound and eloquent, one of the very best voices I’ve found on social media. Thank you.

I just put my finger in a dirty part of the Cybertruck and write “Uglee!”

This is very good—especially because published, money-making writers may not be among the best. Writing is a way of seeing the world around us.

Way beyond Harding!

But, alas, going out of fashion. Kindness, it appears, is for chumps.

What do you write? My wife and I run a little 10-minute play theater group. I could send you links to some YouTube videos.

What a clown.

Anyone interested in 10-minute plays?