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.
Tag Archives: Nuggets
The nap incident
No. 17 in “Nuggets I picked up from my dog,” inspired while walking the late Coffee J. Dogg. Down in the basement this morning I am alert, wired, spinning thought into gold to keep the wolf from the door. Coffee … Continue reading
Are you going to Savoir Faire?
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 16 I asked Katherine if dogs could think. When they plop down for a snooze, do they go “Man, I’m pooped. Guess I’ll sack out.” Katherine got a little huffy. “Why do … Continue reading
Nuggets I picked up from my dog, No. 15
Being bits of wisdom gleaned from daily walks with my dog, Coffee. He left for stars unknown in 2010. Bird, Bird, Bird, Bird is the Word Strolling through the neighborhood with the hound provides an opportunity for meditating on the … 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
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 