CONTEMPORARY EXPLORER

The wonderful gift of discovering a bookstore full of old books. All out of order and in boxes. Tales, art, philosophy and poetry. All old friends found again....

It was just a simple house On Johnson Street  Up from the rail road tracks. Just me and my spouse now. I guess it was the outskirts. We both worked hard and Sat on the porch every evening. Taking stock of the day. The two chairs near the door For the youngsters now gone. Our chairs near the steps. At least we could ask  Why and where when they left. We left one chair open For neighbors stopping by To share a beer or glass of Jack when we had it. We could hear the trains going by. The creaking of the rails from the weight Of freight for the city. We knew about that weight. We carried it on our backs And sweated each pound earned. The young ones now gone. Off to school and their own lives. The long hours of work still here with us. Some would say we never really won. We owned the house though and Sat on the porch and thought well done. young ‘19

The stock market is a great wealth builder. Still during volatile times, I am always reminded of what a professor (Dr. Wish) once cautioned me about stocks,  “It’s important to know what stocks are and what they are not.” He spent long school hours talking about how the market can drive speculation and that can move stocks beyond their original purpose and value. What Stocks Are The concept of selling shares in ventures dates back to Roman times. These early investments dealt with specific ventures, usually voyages to far off lands. The investors agreed upon the purpose of the voyage. Each investor would get a share of the riches brought back. If the voyage failed, they would get nothing.  It was not until the Dutch East India Company of 1602 that investors were attracted to taking risks in on-going ventures versus a specific one. The Dutch were the first to create what amounts to the stock market today. Today, the concept is much the same. Stock shares are issu

THE MALL The Mall,  Tall on my mind. I want to spend, But in the end. The same Mall, Blanks down the hall. The same, In the City of Same. The Mall, Not tall on my mind. Home alone again. The Mall, tall on my mind. young ‘19 MALL ART MALL WALKING

THE END OF A DESESRT ROAD You can never deny the lure of a desert road. They beckon you with far off horizons. If you pass them by, they will haunt your soul. If you take them, they free it. Taking your mind and senses to places within you did not know.  Some go for ever, joining other desert roads. Some simply disappear first from hardened road to gravel to dirt to the desert floor. Often there you will find a dream left by someone, tended only now by the desert at the end of the road…. David Young  

Grays Harbor, WA

ME COOL (A Fast Food Tale) See the Big M, Blue Shirt,  MANAGER ! Me cool, You a fool. Being Late Puts us off our gaite. Me cool, You a fool. So, tell me why, Don’t just sit there and cry. “I’m not a fool. Just trying. Two jobs, two kids, no sleep. I didn’t mean to break the rule.” Well, OK, this time. But, don’t let it rhyme. Me cool not cruel. Maybe you not a fool. Hey, take another minute. Let me tell you my story. And all its glory. How I became, Me cool… young ‘18

“Jonesville Jam” - Jonesville SC

Top of The Tunnel Bar, 601 Bush St. San Francisco, sits on top of the Stockton Tunnel. The Tunnel takes cars from Nob Hill, near China Town, under Bush St. to Union Square. The bar has been long favored as an after work watering hole that attracts both locals and visitors.... David Young