Monday, August 24, 2026

PICKING OLLI CLASSES



Dear George, 
I’ve mentioned in the past that Katja and I have been taking OLLI courses at the University of Cincinnati. OLLI stands for the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute. It’s a program that offers classes for seniors (50 and over) — history, literature, art, music, movies, social issues, etc. It’s much like being back in college again, though no tests or grades. Registration for the autumn quarter was last week, and I almost didn’t do it. After twelve years, I’ve started to feel burnt out. In particular, I’ve been having trouble writing new poems, my main pursuit at OLLI. I haven’t written anything new in a month, though I do sit down and stare at the computer every day. I thought maybe taking a break would be helpful in conquering writer’s block. When registration day arrived, I registered Katja for her classes. When I checked the OLLI schedule eight hours later, my poetry class was still available. Taking this to be a good omen, I went ahead and registered for it and four other classes. Here are my selections and why I chose them. 

My first choice was #2106, Advanced Poetry, a course that I’ve been taking nearly every quarter for the past eight years. My earliest experiences in writing poetry were in grade school. I always liked writing tasks best in school, and poetry was no exception. My fourth grade teacher, Miss Herscheid, had her students write “The End” at the bottom of each poem since it was sometimes hard to tell from a student’s reading when they were ending. My interest in writing poetry resurfaced in my undergraduate years when I took courses with nationally prominent poet, Judson Jerome. Jerome taught us to write in free verse, an exciting new venture. My current OLLI class is taught by an emeritus creative writing professor from Miami University. People tend to continue in that class for years, making us a bit like a cult. 

The second course that caught my eye was #2106, Making Comics — a drawing course with no prior experience required. I was a comic book addict as a kid, spending time every weekday at my uncle Kent’s drugstore, reading the newest arrivals. Superman, Batman, Captain Marvel, etc. I spent a lot of time copying cartoons as well as drawing my own creations, a hobby that extended into adulthood. My childhood idea about an adult profession was that I wanted to become a cartoonist. I’m looking forward to getting back to my youthful preoccupation. 

#2604, Making Sense of Modern Art, was my third choice. We spend a lot of time at museums, and, while enjoying art, I don’t have much academic knowledge. We have taken several art history classes at OLLI, and I enjoy lectures with lots of visual presentations. I expect this class to help me become a more sophisticated viewer. 

Katja’s top OLLI choice was #4803, American Classics: Moby Dick, and I enrolled too. We have six editions of Moby Dick on our bookshelves, as well as three volumes of essays and critical commentary. While she is a longtime Melville groupie, I have a certain attachment to Moby Dick also. When I was an undergrad lit major, one of my favorite classes was “Moby Dick” by historian Louis Filler. I look forward to rethinking this great American novel. 

Finally both Katja and I signed up for # 2203, Let’s Do It! Write Your Legacy Letter. Legacy letters review your life, reflect upon pivotal experiences, and describe what you value and how you want to be remembered. We’re definitely at the right age and life stage to undertake this task. Perhaps I will post our final products here. When I look over the list, I get an overall sense of personal meaning. Each of these classes has a clear connection to my roots, and each offers the potential for personal growth for the future. Though we won’t start for another month, I’m glad I didn’t drop out. 
Love, 
Dave

Monday, August 3, 2026

MY SISTER





Dear George, 
I recently ran across this poem that I wrote about ten years ago.  I thought I’d post it here so it doesn’t vanish into limbo. 
Love, 
Dave         

                MY SISTER 

My sister is a slam bam girlie 
Growing up with three brothers older 
Teased non-stop but never gets surly 
Mean brothers just make a girl bolder 

My sister likes dressing like the boys 
Blue denim jeans and a T 
A capgun and holster are her toys 
Driven by her urge to be free 

My sister likes riding her bike 
Each day she heads up toward the dairy 
She takes our Irish setter named Mike 
These two move so fast, it’s quite scary 

My sister swims across our wide river 
She does it alone with no boat   
The danger just makes me shiver 
But she says, “Don’t fret — I can float” 

My sister and brother have daily fights 
They battle till neither can stand 
The rules, no gouging, no jugular bites 
I’m glad I don’t see this firsthand 

My sister loves riding her horse 
She races him twenty miles an hour 
The horse charges forth with great force 
A symbol of growing girl power 

My sister was given a chick 
She loved it but squeezed it too hard 
We thought that the chick was just sick 
But soon it was buried in the yard 

My sister has a shiny gold tooth 
Her brother knocked it out with his cue. 
Self-conscious, you know that’s the truth 
Even so, Gold-Tooth never gets blue 

My sister has too many chores. 
Like washing the dishes and setting the table 
Once she was scrubbing the floors 
Her brothers all claim they aren’t able 

My sister likes keeping our parents in line 
She tells them if they get too silly. 
Our mother has a fondness for wine 
Too much and her daughter gets shrilly 

My sister does so well in school
Reading and writing and spelling
Her teachers all think she's a jewel
It seems to come easy, excelling

My sister has a talent for art 
For drawing and painting and the rest.
But too insecure in her heart 
She says, “This is not my best” 

My sister keeps our family together 
So full of good humor and fun 
She’s sunny in the rainiest weather 
Best of all, she aspires to be a nun