I am re-posting this piece because it is mating season for the Florida cranes. All this week they have not shut up quite frankly. I have dozens of them around my house and they have approached closer than ever walking brazenly across my property without so much as a by your leave. Yesterday three of them were directly outside my front door. The bachelors are dancing for comely young females, those with gorgeous necks and long legs, seeking their lifetime mates while established couples will soon be nesting. In a couple of months the baby birds will be walking about with their proud parents. The procession of the living goes on.
I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004.
We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world.
I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday.
I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics.