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Alan P. Scaglione
Alan P. Scaglione is a writer who reflects on the simple contradictions and complexities to living this ”gift from God” called life-
He believes that Life is a journey that, with compassion, a little levity and perspective, we help each other get through.
His greatest compliment was being told “you draw pictures with your words!”
He has devoted his life to “drawing”…in his poetry, his songs, his weekly “Reflections of Life” blog entries, his short stories and now... his novels!
Alan is an everyday guy who refuses to let circumstances dictate his view to life; he lives an attitude of gratitude and spreads his positive outlook everywhere he goes.
His BEST day is a day shared making a memory that will last a lifetime!
Please check out Alan’s books “One Unexpected Event – How Would Your Life Change?” and its sequel “One Unexpected Event – Aftermath!”
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This collection of stories showcases the origins of some of my books and demonstrates how you can take something small and fill it up and spread it out to become...a novel!
January 29th, 2004
He probably bought them at K-mart, maybe Cooks was the one. Never considering those old black gloves would be cherished by his son. To the world, he was quiet and reserved, never taking the lead in anything.Not much riled him or moved him to action, but at 3011 42nd, my Papa was king.
Almost every August day,he sat in the shade sipping hot coffee in wait. Cool breeze just might come while he was sweating sitting in his chair by the gate.
His ocean blue eyes would glimmer when the subject was one of the two,
either baseball and all of his memories, or his sons…that’s when they were bluest of blue.
Not the kind of father to hoop and holler at a basketball game while being thrown out. Not the kind of man who carried much presence never in business would he carry much clout. But…hurt one of his boys, touch a hair on their head and his fury would come from the deep inner part of his being…his passion for his boys was the one thing you knew he’d always keep.
Always told the same line, “went to separate schools together” with someone famous or talked about. He would do that one ball trick for all of your friends dropped it behind him and swore “you were out!”
But to see him at his best, when he shone like a knight, one of his sons would have to be ill and he’d show up with a smile that revealed his true love, and a bag of Campbell soup and ginger Ale.
Not much with the words, not much to the touch, but in deed he was a father to treasure; and years later since he’s gone with only his gloves that remain, I find myself compared to his measure.
Not much like him as a father, did all the things that weren’t done. Spoken, felt, hoped for things would be different with my son.
To my daughters and son, he’s alive to this day with the stories I continue to tell,
his body cold in a grave. No more smile on his face, but his heart…still beats… in their hearts… as well!
And my little boy, his only grandson, is no longer a little boy too. He’s now a man on his own with a spirit like a stallion, ready to take on life and show what he can do.
Nanu’s little boy put on those gloves on a day in Kentucky, while going to rescue his friend. A sense of pride, surge of heritage, Papa’s hands… my hands… Now my son’s hands—Guess Papa’s passion would never end.
So…K-Mart, Cooks, from wherever they came, just doesn’t seem to come into play, but Papa’s gloves are now his gloves, as he feels his Nanu with him each day.
I see those ocean blue eyes and the passion they showed as they gleamed with the smile of that one. But today they are placed in the face of our future as they gleam and they dance through my son!
Life written is much stronger than life spoken because the written word is left to the reader’s interpretation for tone and intonation. You decide how it “sounds” to you as you read... all based on the sound system you play my words on. They are strong, insightful and inciteful – as they were meant to provoke the reader to thought and possibly... action!
Our prayer is that we touch your heart, heal the hurt and leave a gentle indelible mark on your life through our music.
Redeem The Time
Music by Joseph E. Scaglione
Later Years Lyrics
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Points 2 Ponder
These columns reflect the humorous side of my life, and my take on the little things in life that make you laugh.