‘You Can go home again’-and you should.

(Posted on Facebook May 14, 2017)
Want to thank the Drake Public Library and Friends of the Library, especially Deanna  Allen and JeNel Allen Barth, for hosting the book signing for Katherine Wood (An Unbroken Promise) and me (The Waters of Appanoose County) Saturday (1). The old and new friends who came and gave their kind attention to our work are proof that ‘You Can go home again’-and you should.

Back to the Future
The great American Novelist Thomas Wolfe introduced generations of readers to the idea that going home was not what it was cracked up to be. The main character of his novel You Can’t Go Home Again is a man called Weber. At a crucial point in the novel Weber states his case:
“You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood … back home to a young man’s dreams of glory and of fame … back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time – back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.”

James Crumley, one of my favorite crime novelists,  has another take on going home. From his book The Last Good Kiss:
“Whichever wise Greek said that you can’t step into the same river twice was right, even though he forgot to mention that nine times out of ten, you’ll get your feet wet. Change is the rule. You can’t go home again even if you stay there.”

My Two Cents
I greatly admire the works of  both Thomas Wolfe and James Crumley. They provided the framework for my own discoveries, my own viewpoint on the importance of going home. It has been an exciting journey, and along the way I have picked up some new thoughts on the nature of time itself.

I was on my way to the bathroom early one morning when this phrase popped into my head-the tyranny of time-based explanations of our human existence. So I ask you, if you were accosted by such a thought wouldn’t you hurry up to take care of your business so you could get to your Website before you lost the thread? On this occasion as soon as I sat down at my computer this poem came gushing out.

Benjamin Button Has Nothing On Me
When it comes to living life backwards
Benjamin Button has nothing on me
I’ve dreamed of being me since I was three
And like the great poet Muhammad Ali
Me? Whee!
But I almost didn’t recognize myself
because I forgot you can dream backwards
as well as you can forwards
Just like I forgot how blessings come to me
Before I remember to ask for them
or like following through on a pitch
that’s already left your hand
So life is just a back-story
For the role I was born to play
And all I have to do now
is pretend I forgot the ending (2)

So here I am, a biscuit shy of 75 years old,  having published my first book of poetry in December of 2016. Not only that, I have been running for the better part of those 75 years and I have finally achieved near-perfect sprinting form. So why wouldn’t I be heading home to read my poetry to friends I made half a century ago?  Why wouldn’t I be hanging out with elite athletes and coaches? Why wouldn’t I be studying voice and dance while working on a musical play of my own? And possibly the biggest question of all-why wouldn’t I be a member of a church that truly honors all paths to God? (3)

My Trip to the Future Past
My home town is Centerville, Iowa. My official residence is Phoenix, AZ. My life is mostly in my head these days, but my heart… my heart is in Kansas City, Mo. That’s where my two little sun-flowers, Scarlett (7) and Theo (5) thrive, along with their mom, Amy Zoe Schonhoff, their dad, Michael Schonhoff and their newly acquired kitten Zoey.  The litany of Zoe’s would make my mother Zoe Cox very happy.  So For me the road to my birth home runs through Kansas City, Mo.

On never having to say, “I never read to my grandchildren”
In the past I had attempted to read to both Scarlett and Theo.  But the results were less than Norman Rockwell ish. GG (Grandpa Garry) just didn’t seem to have what it took to engage their minds long enough to slow down their incredible engines. Things would be different on this visit.

First Theo. Theo was four at the time of my visit, but determined to reach age five, a milestone he was somehow convinced his parents could help him reach faster if they would just get with the program. So it was no surprise when I called him on his June 8 birthday that a very happy boy proclaimed, “GG I’m five. I’m five years old. GG, did you know I was five?”

On this visit, possibly at his mother’s suggestion, Theo presented a book called Harold and the Purple Crayon and cut right to the chase, “GG, read this.” I was thrilled, but all I could think of was, “Don’t blow it!”

In author Crockett Johnson’s story the main character is a four year old chap who, armed with a single purple crayon,  totally controls his own destiny. If he wants to have a certain thing or go to a certain place, he simply pays it forward with his purple crayon. He creates streets he can walk on, stairs he can climb, rooms he wants to enter, and beds he wants to sleep in. Delightful reading, magical illustrations and Theo is the perfect audience. Turning the pages, offering helpful comments, smiling at the results of our collaboration. And the icing on the story-reading cake, he asked for seconds. If my upcoming poetry reading is half as satisfying, the trip to Iowa will be an unparalleled success.

Mothers’ Day 2017
Although I have shared many birthdays and  Christmases with the Schonhoff, this is my first Mothers’ day. And I picked a doozie.

There was much to celebrate in the Schonhoff household. Michael is completing his first year as Director of the new Kansas City Art Institute (KCAI) artist-in-residence Program. And Amy recently completed her teacher development training and is now qualified to teach Mindfulness Based Stress Reduction (MBSR).

As befitting a working mother, hubby was in charge of  dinner. Maybe it’s because I don’t cook, or maybe because he’s just that good, I woke up that morning already salivating over the his signature steak dinner to come.

But long before the meal, Amy is on cloud nine. She has already regaled her good fortune by featuring her mother’s day gift from Michael on Facebook. The Nassau print, engaging  on the tiny phone screen,  is breath-taking in real time and space.  Her words to me, an avowed spacenik, were, “Be jealous. Be very jealous”. Needless to say, spirits are high at the dinner table.

Mom’s day dinner encore: Scarlett’s turn
To be honest, I don’t remember if  the following happened before or after the meal.  I do remember thinking that my writing would never afford me a greater honor.  It started with mom announcing, “I think GG should read one of his poems from his new book.” (4)

I hesitated only long enough to decide between ‘Squirrels in the Attic’, a nostalgic piece that mentions both children by name, and ‘Ode to Brownie’, kind of a long yarn about my dog Brownie. I chose the dog.  Both kids were quiet during the reading. But this time it was Scarlett’s turn to astound me with her attention. Her guileless questions melted my heart.
Why did Brownie have to live outside?
Did he get in lots of trouble?
Was he your friend?

Thank you for sharing the first leg of my journey home. My next stop will feature an afternoon with Historian Enfys McMurry, author of Centerville A Mid-American Saga.

(1) the Drake Public library is located in Centerville, Iowa which is the County Seat for Appanoose County
(2) Benjamin Button Blog
(3) Unity of Phoenix Spiritual Center
The Waters of Appanoose County and The Book

More Letters from Vladamir

Dear Madam President

If you don’t know already then you will know soon
kim jong un got blown to the moon
by your nukes or mina or maybe it was China
I just couldn’t wait to commiserate
Oh, what a pity about New York City
But I’m so glad you had your underground
Since DC proper is no longer around
But Madam President, wer’re still standing
Question is, where will you be landing
You and I both know this to be true
Every country in the world wants a piece of you
And since you’ll soon be asking me for aid
you gotta know up front I gotta get paid
So let’s have a consortium, just you and me
You give me what I want so you remain free
At least for now, temporarily

Now its no mystery, just look at our history
We got where we got cause we got what we got
and we’re gonna get more just to run up the score
If you want a helping hand you gotta give up some land

So here is the deal that would work out best
Give me Iowa and Texas and you keep the rest
Ok maybe one more state that could suit me right
A state I could fill with my military might
You’ve got those two big air fields in Nebraska
I’ll take that state too if that’s not too much to Aska

Oh wait, oh wait you got that other state
The one that sounds like Nebraska but is really called Alaska
I’m sure you remember stealing that from me
I need it back for protection on the sea

Now there is one more state that might be up my alley
That one on the ocean that has that Silicon Valley
And there madam president you have my tally
Iowa, Nebraska, Alaska, Texas and Cali
Give me all those states and you can be my palli

Let’s have a consortium, just you and me
You give me what I want so you remain free
At least for now, temporarily


Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin

What Is the Soul

What is the soul if not for longing

For seeking the great oneness

in ever greater measure?

And what is the body if not for holding

For imagining the potential

of the unnecessary and the forgotten?

And what are dreams if not for unfolding

For facing the archetypes of our earthly existence

as they play out our hopes and fears?

And what is truth if not for telling

For speaking from our highest selves

to whom we are accountable?


Dear Texas

I’m writing to relieve you, not to deceive you
I just want to share with you what I think you should do
Align with a power that will never cower when things go sour
And you know it’s a safe bet, I’m talkin’ about the Soviet

I know you crave cessation from US tyranny
Want to get out of dodge and create your own country
That all sounds very cool but you would play the fool
It’s not very likely you will get much more
than the South ever got from your first civil war

Your former country will attack you, yes America will sack you
pack you into much smaller boxes than you’re already in
America will disavow you, America will not allow you
to celebrate your heroes or erect a single statue

Don’t think you can do this thing with flesh and bone
You won’t even have a cemetery you can call your own
Your only memoriam will be a crematorium
and the voices in your ashes will have no names

I’m writing to relieve you, not to deceive you
I just want to share with you what I think you should do
Align with a power that will never cower when things go sour
Avoid annihilation, join the Russian Federation

I will close with the best incentive I can think to present
We already own the US President


Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin