I have written a lot of Christmas poems.  They are my annual report to friends and family.  Now that I have RICEQUIPS, I intend to publish them.  They will be out of order and out of date.  Fair warning.

I retired from the Army in 1990 to take a political appointment as Chief Counsel of the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA), during the first Bush administration.  President Clinton was elected in November, 1992, and I had to go find a job.

A few inside things I need to mention.  While working at NHTSA, I forfeited my military retirement pay.  Kerby’s history.  Baby Kristin is now 14 years old.


A Very Late Christmas Poem

I know it’s February,  I know I’m late,
Blame it on Clinton, he gave me the gate.  
Politics stinks – it’s so confusing,
All of a sudden, your side is losing.

As the vagaries of politics spun and twirled,
Carole and I went to Disney World.
I have a new job, coat and tie I will don,
For the firm of Arent Fox Kintner Plotkin & Kahn.

92′ had some high points, but also some sad,
Both Moms came to visit, but we lost my Dad.
Carole had surgery, with all its travail,
Down for the summer, but she’s back in full sail.
Her Christmas party was super, as great as in the past,
And for the fifth straight year, Carole swore it was her last.

The children are all well, and out on their own,
Paul’s in southern Virginia, the girls are far from home.
Paul’s still at New Dominion, setting teens right,
But since his promotion, he gets to go home at night.

Kerby, Becky’s husband, is no longer wearing green,
He works for Embry Riddle,  out on the recruiting scene.
Missy and Terry are parents, this time a little girl,
Kristin’s so new and precious, just like a shining pearl.

That’s it, I’m done, what can I say?
93′ should be great in every way,
And I’ll even see my retirement pay!

Have a Wonderful 1993!