Late last century Bob Dylan wrote “Jokerman,” a song laden with religious and mythic reference about a character groomed to be a savior, who chooses not to step up to Evil–or so is my interpretation. It seems to be a distant cousin to Jackson Browne’s “The Pretender.”

My drawing attempts to match the ambiguity of the song. It is best viewed while the song is playing.



I am happily involved with a former Glendale High School Class of ’72 classmate. Today I realized her name would suit a double acrostic if I stretched out the Y of Terry. Then I asked for three words that were important to her life. Melony’s words were Wife, Children, Family.

Melony was married for more than 40 years to Rich Terry, a wonderful man who with her raised two wonderful sons, Jeremy and Sean. Rich died tragically young, of complications related to COPD, about a year and a half ago. Jeremy married the wonderful Jolene, and they have a son, the wonderful, mischievous and dynamic Andrew, who will be 5 years old quite soon. Sean has wonderful talent both as artist and musician. If that seems like a lot of Wonderfuls, and a lack of descriptive imagination, yes, but I stand by my words.

My challenge was to create a page, and in it a poem, that would well represent Melony and that which she holds dear. To help, Melony provided a family photo album, and so I drew Melony’s grandson Andrew with his beloved Guitar Hero guitar, and I surrounded him with Melony as a baby, Melony and baby Sean, baby Sean and Jeremy, and Melony and Rich on their wedding day.

In the lower right-hand corner is Melony Terry, The Acrostic, with these words:

My life as Wife was Rich & Right

Ensured safe passage site to site

Life with my children full of cheer

Outlasted poverty & fear

Now children’s children capably

Yearn onward. All is Family

Melony has seen my page and expressed approval; and when I asked her if I could make a blog post of it, her most gracious response was, “You should–you worked your butt off on it.”

Melony Terry, The Person, is aces in my book, Friends. I love you, Mel!!


A year and nine days ago Chinese linguist Zhou Youguang, who had written and published a number of books after he turned 100, died at the exact age of 111. Google showcased him on the first anniversary of his death, and, reading about this remarkable man, I thought he’d make a good subject for a blog post; but since I was so close to post #1111, I got hung up with all the Ones involved, since OCD and a fascination with numbers go hand in hand in my case.

I feel a little sorry that Zhou got short-shrifted to a walk-on, but better pocket-biographers then I have had a go at him, so I’ll end by suggesting that you find him via an Internet search and have a go at him yourselves.



g l i m p s e d

gainsaid are the scarlet scoffers

all chagrined and aloe tropicked

spillways make decanted offers

plump seditionists thus topicked

Here is play with the acrostic form to third-time “glimpsed” and so make of it a motif. That the text makes sense, with a sly, subversive message that invites reader participation, is a bonus; but the priority is the image and what it evokes.