cleaning the gutters
his breath
drifts North

cloud of smoke exits my lips
with every word
winter is near

cold and windy
Chicago
water sprays us

so cold
a feeling of youth
as I sled down the hill

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

freezing hands
the burning of hot water
snowman outside

snowballs flying
one to the face
someone is going to get it now

a well packed snowball
explodes on my head
children's laughter

surprise snowball fight
surprise indeed
I pull a muscle

TOP half champion

CHAMPION

BOTTOM half champion

parade of lights
children watching
for that special someone . . .

hiding place discovered
no one will know . . .
just one peek!

around the tree
they pass
bundles of joy

small children
in the sand box
Thanksgiving

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion

bottom quarter champion

the first Thanksgiving
without his wife
an empty glass

home for the holidays
Christmas dinner
. . . one empty chair

sitting on the floor
they study the game plan
for Black Friday

family busy
sharing stories
the dog steals some turkey