Ice, by Lewis Thompson

I like Ike……….ooops.  I meant to say, “I like ice”.  Ike was one of those warm-hearted Republicans, the kind that’s hard to find these days.  Nothing ice-like about him.

I’m an ice lover.  When I have a glass of pop, I first half-fill the glass with ice—store-bought ice, the clear kind.  That’s one reason I seldom drink coffee, beer or wine.  Whoever heard of putting ice in those beverages (except for iced coffee, which seems contrary to the natural order)?

I’m not very fond, however, of icy surfaces, especially the kind people walk on.  It seems kind of ironic that when someone slips on ice and gets a bump on their head, the first order of treatment is to put ice on it.  Ice has got us coming and going.

Then, there’s the government agency, ICE.  They’re the folks that President-elect Donald Trump seems to believe don’t have enough to do, so he wants to have then round up and deport millions of Mexicans who are in the country illegally.  I wonder what he’ll do with the families in which a parent is here illegally, albeit employed and paying taxes, but in which the children were born here and are American citizens.  The whole concept is enough to give me a headache.  Ice, anyone?

©5 Dec 2016 

About the Author 

I came to the beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the state where I married and I came to the beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the state where I married and had two children while working as an engineer for the Ford Motor Company. I was married to a wonderful woman for 26 happy years and suddenly realized that life was passing me by. I figured that I should make a change, as our offspring were basically on their own and I wasn't getting any younger. Luckily, a very attractive and personable man just happened to be crossing my path at that time, so the change-over was both fortuitous and smooth.

Soon after, I retired and we moved to Denver, my husband's home town. He passed away after 13 blissful years together in October of 2012. I am left to find a new path to fulfillment. One possibility is through writing. Thank goodness, the SAGE Creative Writing Group was there to light the way.