Up Periscope
Tim was long
dead
but Opal had the
story
in her diary and kept
it
in a safe deposit
box
all these
years
after World War
II.
She would die soon
and was afraid the
kids
might read it
so she asked
a neighbor’s
son to drive her
to the bank so she
could
read it one more
time
before she burned
it.
In her diary Opal
wrote
that after three
months
in his
submarine
Tim got shore
leave
and called and told
her
he’d be home that
night.
She asked him
what
he’d like for
dinner.
Although the
war
was over,
steak
was still
scarce.
Pork and
chicken
were possible.
Not to worry, Tim
said.
Just pull the
blinds
and
stand on
the dining room
table
and sway while
Tim
sat in the captain’s
chair.
She could take her
time.
No reason now to
rush.
The war was over
but
he’d probably
want
a second
helping.
Donal
Mahoney
Rewrite Man
At
newspapers in the
Sixties
typewriters reigned and
rang.
Computers were a
fantasy.
Being a “rewrite man” back
then
was a dream
job if one enjoyed
“improving” other
people’s copy
rather than writing one's
own.
Harry Murphy loved that
job.
Harry said “rewrite" let
him
adopt thousands of
children
rather than give birth to
one.
Far less painful, Harry
said.
He was the midwife
between
reporters in the
field
who scurried
after facts
and the
editor who said
a story was fit to
print.
Reporters phoned in stories
in the age before
laptops
and Harry the Bard wrote
them.
Harry’s motto was
simple:
Even an obituary
deserves
a touch of music, a polka for a
Pole,
a reel or jig for an
Irishman.
Donal
Mahoney
Ancient Paradox Alive
Today
After two thousand
years
we still have
folks
who blame the
Jews
for killing Christ even
though
Pilate the Gentile could
have
let him go and kept
Barabbas.
This would have meant
no crucifixion, no resurrection.
Heaven’s gates would
still
be closed—perhaps
forever,
thus making it
impossible
for anyone to blame the
Jews
for doing what they had to
do
for Heaven’s gates to
open.
And those who blame the
Jews
would still be waiting for a Savior
the way the Jews await the
Messiah
they believe will
come.
Donal
Mahoney