Under a spreading oak tree, the village wordsmithe lived. She would spend her nights knee deep in pencil shavings, typewriter ribbons, crumpled sheets of legal size, thumb drives and spent ink cartridges. Late into the night sees her weaving sentence after sentence into what she hopes ultimately to be a cohesive and creative story that… Continue reading The Wordsmithe
My First Writing Assignment in Fifty Years!
The Skipper of the aging Skyfish Space Wagon “Crow”, was a veteran of one of the last attempts at quelling the attacks on commercial star haulers, like Crow. Amply tattooed, but sporting only one ring in each of his three ears; he had been dubbed “Uncle Filthy” by space pirates, a long time ago. Only… Continue reading My First Writing Assignment in Fifty Years!
Time for an Upgrade!
I have been cramped in a 5×5 foot storage unit for some time. So I decided to switch to a larger unit for my office/studio/mancave. I now no longer have to wrestle stored junk when I access my obligatory coffee percolator, microwave or hotplate. And now, as I ready my Honda for my yearly trip… Continue reading Time for an Upgrade!
Here I Go Again!
As I exult in the delicious beauty of Autumn, I find my self preparing myself and my car for my yearly sojourn to the American Southwest. This year, after sampling Puerto Rico; I am so looking forward to Paso Robles, Dayton and Fallon in Northern Nevada, and just being on the road again!… Continue reading Here I Go Again!
My First Writing Assignment in Fifty Years!
The Skipper of the aging Skyfish Space Wagon “Crow”, was a veteran of one of the last attempts at quelling the attacks on commercial star haulers, like Crow. Amply tattooed, but sporting only one ring in each of his three ears; he had been dubbed “Uncle Filthy” by space pirates, a long time ago. Only… Continue reading My First Writing Assignment in Fifty Years!
Forgive Me, I’m So Sorry!
This is an open letter to Margaret, who was my Wife for 42 years; my son Neal, my son Brian; my now deceased sister Rita, my brothers Lee and Greg; my little sister Debbie. This is to address those whose lives I was once a part of, but no longer am. I cannot go back… Continue reading Forgive Me, I’m So Sorry!
Mom Said
Never spit to windward. Flattery will get you anything, but; if you slice it too thick, it is baloney; slice it too thin, it is blarney. Don’t ram, jam it, damnit! Use a gentle touch! When you get up sooner than you wish; it is like a pig’s tail; IT’S TWIRLY! …to be continued according… Continue reading Mom Said
Gabe, a Best Friend’s Dog
I was first introduced to Gabe by Gus Stager. Gabe was Gus’ dog and favorite friend, and his constant companion. Gus’ is 95 or better at this writing. And so it was that his daughter Ann Raab needed a little help with him; as he has dementia, but is otherwise healthy. In return for… Continue reading Gabe, a Best Friend’s Dog
About My Trucking, the Early Years
When I realized I was married and would have to support a family, I listened to what Dad had told me. He said son, ya’ better pick a career that is as depression-proof as possible, and something you can enjoy; because chances are you will have to work for the rest of your life! Trucking,… Continue reading About My Trucking, the Early Years
