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The Annual Postcard is back!


Charles Luden & I brought back the Annual/Holiday/Christmas postcard. You will be seeing them in the mail soon.

Poetry Club w/ Charles Luden


At  The  Next  Table

She’s fingering her hair,
but is it real
Just a minute I’ll ask her.
Damn, she slapped me.
What’s that mean?
I still like her.
She has passion,
and a purple blouse.
                         Charles Luden
                          at Black Sheep


Poetry Club w/Charles Luden

How will global warming affect the forthcoming nuclear winter?
Charles Luden • 3-19-14

Poetry Club w/ Charles Luden


Poetry Club w/Charles Luden

I woke up today in the morning.

Now I’m looking out the window.

The sky is blue; cars going by.

A man on the sidewalk nearly smiles;
Rubs his hands together.
A dog across the street barks.
The man flips the dog the finger.
I laugh and sip some coffee.
                 Charles Luden 1-25-14

The Ugly Table #79

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There is a place by this name in a neighboring community.

Not sure if it is a daycare, kennel or restaurant?

Scott L. Ehrisman (c) 11/3/2013

Poetry club w/ Charles Luden

The Buddha didn’t have a snooze alarm
yet he woke up
Charles Luden • 10-11-13 • at Black Sheep

Poetry Club w/Charles Luden

Today’s Inquiry

If you don’t know how to do something,
do you still have to do it?

- Charles Luden  9-25-13

The Ugly Table #78


Conversation between diners (couple);

SIR: You can share some of my Schnitzel . . .

MS: I had some of your Schnitzel last week!

The look on his face to me (above)

SIR: I guess we could take that a couple of different ways (smiling).

MS: Oh, shut up!

Scott L. Ehrisman (c) 8/6/2013

The Ugly Table #77

Okay, been awhile since I have had an ‘Ugly Table’ one of the main reasons is I haven’t experienced a lot of ‘NEW’ things, until last night. Ironically, these people were sitting at the ‘Ugly Table’. They also ‘reserved’ food the night before (yup, made sure we had a certain entree a day before they showed up, so annoying).

Decibel Level

So I am having a conversation with my table as I am leaving them their check, something that MOST good servers do, and as I am walking away, I hear a condescending voice from another table,

“Ah, waiter, Ah waiter!”

I turn around and acknowledge them.

“Could you keep your decibel level down a bit, you were quite loud while talking to your table, we are trying to enjoy a conversation with our dinner companions and your voice is overpowering our conversation.”

While I will admit, my voice travels, I thought she was joking, and I chuckled at her. Then she gave me the stink eye, and when I was walking away she was bitching to the rest of the table about how she wanted a quiet night out and I was ruining it.

Yup, Saturday night at a popular downtown restaurant that has live music (she complained about that also) and she wanted to have almost complete silence so ‘she’ could be heard (that’s really what it was all about). Not sure what the wife of a retired doctor has to talk about, but I am sure it was intriguing . . . ahem.

Next time, eat at home with ear plugs in, and for extra measure, a bag over your head, so your husband wouldn’t be tempted to speak with you either, his decibel level may be to high.

Scott L. Ehrisman (c) 7/21/2013