Other Writing

Saran, Saran—innocent it sounds,
But Sirhan Sirhan its name should be,
For it becomes to me as death he was to Kennedy.

Saran Wrap, a tempting name, crafted in subtlety; in truth, its name Saran Trap should be, springing suddenly to snare those who live unwarily.

It promises in bright array to cling and seal, to all made plain, so much superior to Cellophane.

But resting in its clever box with saw-tooth edge so sharp, it hides its guilty soul, and makes all pleasantness to carp.

Its starting point...

Lord, gathered here within this hall,
Vile sinners rescued from the Fall,
We bow down low before our King,
True source, we know, of everything.

We thank you, Lord, our gracious Host,
And in you make our every boast.
For from our judgment just and sure,
You rescued us and made us pure.

So good and faithful, kind, and true,
With deep concern you did us woo.
You sent to us your only Son,
Made one with us our race to run.

That race did lead him to the grave,
All that he had for us he gave.
He gave his life,...