Yesterday, August 30, 2026, was my 72nd birthday. I was graduated from Glendale High School in 1972, so I am Class of ’72. 72 is two times two times two times three times three: the product of a cube and a square. So in an esoteric way, I feel as though I have just come of age.
Note: Today I celebrate my 72nd spiraling orbit around that yellow-dwarf life giver we call the Sun. I share a house with the love of my life and this instant I share my day with you and you and you. I am glad to be here and hope you are too.
My sweetheart Donna Sue Atkins and I left Phoenix, Arizona on the 4th of July. We are now living together in her house in Toledo, Ohio, and I now have an Ohio driver’s license and my car has an Ohio license plate. But it took till this week for me to buy some clay, and just yesterday I made my first clay vessel in the garage of my new residence. It is the classic, basic Pinch Pot, made using a technique at least ten thousand years old. An Ohioan potter is born!
A bit shy of 17 years ago I did this portrait of Bill Campana;
Here are the words of the triple-acrostic poem:
BILL CAMP ANA
BLUFF, & stand-up comical, & full of manic Manna
It’s a wonder he’s still local — catch him if you can
Laudably SELF-AMPLIFIED: you WILL hear from this man
Las Vegas at the Palace or perhaps the Tropicana
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I was 54 then. I am now 71, soon to become 72. Today I did this:
Here are the words of the double-acrostic poem:
FUNNIEST MANALIVE
Fastest wit of us & them
Undeterred by raw dilemma
Nifty beard & acid pen
Needs no compass nor antenna
If/Then/Else on even keel
Edgy as a blade of steel — I
Savor his raw P.O.V
Then scorn the morn’s abyss I see
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Between the two portraits, Mr. Cpana has published about half a dozen books and performed his hilarious poetry about half a thousand times. Long may he astound!