By today’s standards, what I believe to be exceptional isn’t at all. Comparisons tend to pale in comparison from one generation to the next. What I once felt was a stellar moment wouldn’t even move the needle for today’s youth. That doesn’t change my level of delight when I recall a simple joy. Not even…
Author: Tim Cotton
Furious
Nothing that I write is going to make you furious. If I do, drop me a line. Let’s talk it through. This topic weighs heavily on me; I’ve written about it a few times. I’ve written about a lot of things a few times. I can count on two hands how many times I…
A Rolling Steel Box of Thankfulness
I avoid attempting to be philosophical about things. But I let too many things pass without being thankful. I was grateful for my rolling chest of tools late in the afternoon yesterday. A peaceful moment of contentment overwhelmed me when I went to the drawer and found the exact tool I needed for the chore…
Recollections, Redemption, and Ricky B.
A cop needs to remain neutral in many relationships. I can admit that over the years, I have sometimes enjoyed my time with suspects far more than the time I spent with the victims of crime. I’ve had multiple conversations with extremely competent police officers. Among them were those who would state an intense hatred…
New Beginnings with Old Friends
It’s hard to tell all the stories, but not because I have difficulty sharing them. My concern is for the other humans involved. I am but a minor player in most of my tales. There are others present, and I need to respect them when I share with you, the reader. I have some in-person…
Changes
The dump runs have been far more than few, way more than many, and have put a slight strain on our relationship. Not a severe strain because we have laughed a lot about most of the low points; that keeps things healthy. Life-changing events at Chez Timmmay have included moving the long-term tenants to…
Religiously Whisking Away the Remnants of Dirty Soles.
Openly admitting to the practice of Luddism in certain facets of my life is finally being embraced. I confess that I have taken steps to become ordained in the employment of a whisk broom rather than an electrified sucking machine when it came time to clean out the vestry and sanctuary of the F-250. We…
September Sun’s Reflections On The Hair of a Dog
Ellie only wanted to sit amongst the fallen leaves, even as I prodded her to skitter down toward the woodline to do her business. She’s a stubborn animal and tends to cause me to be frustrated when I am in a hurry to do other things. I wasn’t late. Not yet. But I wanted…
Road Sodas
I wasn’t pleased to leave her, but we both knew it was time for me to head home. We live far, far apart; you’ve probably figured that out. I’m not too fond of over-explaining things, but it works for us. It doesn’t work for everyone, however. For our first thirty, she worked here, in our…
Delicious Maine Lobster and Lousy Science from Cannery Row
My summer ended with weather that would make ninety percent of the world’s citizens jealous. I didn’t plan for it. Summer does what she wants. She’s a spirited girl in a light-colored floral sundress with a dainty nose dappled with a smattering of the sweetest freckles. Her dimples are often evident as she smirks. She…