“I live by that wit hidden deeply within
The invariably found human need
to justify the lighter side of tragedy
and venture to make the listener smile.
The fact is, almost nothing is inviolate
from attack with laughing barb
if the lance, when it pierces and twists away
from the course in which it ran
as a fish in a sluiceway,
lobs it to one that is funny enough.
I feel envious of those that do it better
more glibly than I do
just as I suppose some dull lout feels
when I come up with a blathering ditty
converting communal grimness into wreaths of smiles
and one or more unbridled laughs.
We all stand or sit at our relative humor stations
along this track of life,
waiting for our peculiar train to pick us up
and take us beyond.”
Videos and Memories
Renaissance Man
Piano, Accordion, Ukulele, Vibes…
From the time he bought himself an upright piano for his bedroom when he was 10 years old, Gary played music his entire life. He never read sheet music, he played by ear, and he taught himself to play across jazz, classical, old standards, and quirky lullabies.
Art Gallery
“I guess it all began with that 6:30am breakfast get together in the cafeteria...”
“Soaring” By Gary Carpenter
Memories, Mishaps, and Adventures
From the memoir of gliding,
“This isn’t a usual coffee table book,
You really shouldn’t waste a lot of time looking at a single page…”
Frogs
