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 to… Continue reading The Wordsmithe
So I have been reading a lot of stories by Clive Cussler. So many I can’t now remember what titles I have already read. Clive’s getting a breather because my Library has run out of them. Now I have re-discovered Ludlum, but his characters are so serious, where Cussler’s are really fun! And when Clive… Continue reading Ok, Ok. If I Wanna’ be a Writer, all I have to do; IS WRITE!!!
“Sentimental Longing or Wistful Affection fo the past”. Life under the Helicalyptus Trees. Oh. Was I five or seven when I realized that it was “Eucalyptus?” Well, there were Helicopters flying around them; or so it appeared to a 3 yr old. hence, Helicalyptus! Not far from the old lighter than air station at El… Continue reading Nostalgia?
It was a dark, moonless night right before midnight in Vance county, NC. Southbound on I-85. We were to pickup a load of bullets or some small stuff from a smaller manufacturer near Roxboro. The obvious route (big roads) would take us down near Durham, and then back up again. …hmm-mm. US 158 goes straight to Roxboro.… Continue reading Horses or Aliens?
It has come to my conclusion that Commercials are better TV than any other programming!
With the passing of Barbara Bush; all media will be talking about her for years to come. But for now, all the broadcast media is promoting anecdotal stories from little people about their personal interactions with her. While I have never met her, or even been close to her; there is one story I can… Continue reading Rest In Peace, Barbara Bush
I am now living in a place that I have only been through a couple of times in my trucking days, and know little about. This year, instead of wrapping up my normal Southwestern Sojourn in my standard way; going back to Port Townsend via The Coast; I have taken up a room in friend… Continue reading Life Alone in Beautiful Downtown Spearfish