There is a situation in Oak Harbor that needs attention, similar to the “left turn corrections” recently installed. It is the light at Erie Street, when cars in the left lane are going toward Cackle Corner in an orderly fashion, and some jerk in the right lane doesn’t want to get in line, so goes roaring by and forces his/her way into the line. The drivers who were there previously have to let the car in or get their own car wiped out.

That right lane should be for right turns only. It’s a great cause of road rage. There is a similar situation where Midway Boulevard intersects with Highway 20.

But I’m not going to discuss these — or the Big Rock vs. Coffee Shop fiasco in Coupeville, because most everyone knows about them already. I thought instead I’d give people a little chuckle. This poem was written by my uncle, Ammon Hancock, during World War I. Enjoy.

My Tuesdays are meatless,

My Wednesdays are wheatless,

I’m getting more eatless every day,

My house it is heatless,

My bed it is sheetless,

They’ve gone to the YMCA.

The barrooms are treatless,

My coffee is sweetless,

Each day I get poorer and wiser,

My stockings are feetless,

My trousers are seatless,

Je-roosh, how I hate the damn Kaiser!

P.S.: Ammon was a photographer, poet and writer, the oldest son of Ernest and Julia Kinney Hancock.

Lillian D. Huffstetler

Coupeville