Patrick A. McGuire, Bloggonian
For years I told jokes on street corners for tips, dreaming of one day owning a granite counter top. No luck, so I entered a monastery. I now do stand-up at daily prayer services. The monks' vow of silence means they can't laugh. I can't even laugh, although sometimes I sob quietly in the can. This blog is a cry for help. Send money or granite. I accept Pay Pal.
Category Archives: The human comedy
How cold is it?
Katherine comes in from the cold, red-faced and shivering. “It feels like it’s 20 degrees out there.” “Wrong,” I reply. “It feels like 17.” “Says who?” “The Weather Channel, of course.” I hand her my smart phone which has a … Continue reading
Musical fruit
This is about green beans, but first a slight digression. Stick with it and an important green bean point will appear. Trust me. I once taught a tone-deaf guy to play the banjo. So. You’re driving along and the red … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 14
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. The Last Meatball So I said to the dog “Today is the thirteenth. Do you know what that means?” I gave … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 13
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. The roaring whoosh Last night I dreamed that Coffee got glasses. Thick, black framed glasses like I had as a kid. … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 12
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. The dog who lays down Once a solid black hellhound of high speed, Coffee J. Dogg’s eyes and much of his … Continue reading
The news in Denver, 1975
He knocks on the door. It’s a wooden door. Like most doors. He’s no door expert. That’s for sure. Nope. No expert. Just general assignment. A little bit of this. A little bit of that. Fires. Obits. Murders. Funerals. City … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 11
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. That could be it We were coming down the hill, the creature and I, nearly home after a perspiring rotation of … Continue reading
a hint of light 