Curtis, Denielle, Geordan and Tristan!

this is a page devoted to Denielle Podraza, Curtis Earl and our son Geordan Alexander. Follow us as we do our best to raise the next President. In lieu of that, raising a reasonable attractive, savvy, highly intelligent baby boy.

In every town and village
In every city square
In crowded places
I searched the faces
Hoping to find
Someone to care.

I read mysterious meanings
In distant stars
Then I went to schoolrooms
And poolrooms
And half-lit cocktail bars.
Braving dangers,
Going home with strangers
I don’t even remember all their names,
I was quick and breezy
And always easy
Playing romantic games.

I wined and dined a thousand exotic Joans and Janes
In dusty halls, at debutante balls,
On lonely country lanes.
I fell in love forever,
Twice every year or so.
I wooed them sweetly, was theirs completely
But they always let me go:
Saying bye now, no need to try now,
You don’t have the proper charms.
Too sentimental and much too gentle
I don’t tremble in your arms.

Then you rose into my life
Like a promised sunrise
Brightening my days with the light in your eyes
I’ve never been so strong
Now I am where I belong.