have always been a little envious of my poet brother, JayR. He has a knack for putting mundane family things into verse in such a way that his words get copied and put into family files for posterity to ponder. I, on the other hand, don’t seem to have a poetic bone in my aged old body. Perhaps I could wax poetic if I adopted the literary style of Ogden Nash (1902-1971) who was the favorite poet of my youth.