The phone buzzed across the dusty surface of my nightstand last night. I’d generally avoid picking up a text at the witching hour, but my current agenda includes answering specific inquiries that I have made through the magic of electronic communication. I’ve been perusing Facebook Marketplace. I was trying to buy another old aluminum boat….
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Ode to Paul Davis (Cool Night)
I’ve always been a bit of a sap. Oh, not for all things, but a few things; good music is one. No one in my pack listened to Paul Davis music in the late 70s. I like all kinds of music. That doctrine was a shield I could wield to fight off the pummelling of…
It’s a Good Friday
My Friday has been successfully closed out, and it’s only eleven a.m. I am proud to say that my third book has been completed, but the final step was to pen an introduction. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been working on it, but to finish it up has taken me the better part…
No Need For a Gold Watch
I shouldn’t have mentioned it to D’wayne, that’s not his real name, but it’s what I call him. There’s and old Key & Peele sketch that I like very much, D’wayne has never seen it. He humors me by accepting the moniker. “At least we’ve had a pretty decent dry spell. Your camp road is…
The Quilt Lady; Don’t Let Her Fool You
My dealer is a diminutive lady who has an addiction of her own; she appears to be overrun with product. I’m merely the means to an end. It’s not something that I am proud of either; men don’t admit habits like this one. I’m sure my T-levels are reasonable; I still look longingly at muscle…
Last Things First
The rocketing fuel prices have caused me to modify my driving habits. I try to make better-planned round trips while mentally calculating the shortest distances between two points. The most frustrating roadblock to my dollar-saving measures is leaving the house in the hatchback and realizing that the freight would have been better transported in the…
Heels
I scuffed my way through another week of very little writing. I’m not a person who feels that writing every day is necessary for a man to refer to himself as a writer. I believe that ideas must be allowed to flow freely, and when a good one comes through, I want to direct it…
Play Ball!
I don’t follow professional sports with any regularity. Indeed, I check the scores of Red Sox games, and I’ll listen to about any baseball game on a transistor radio. While America had needed baseball for many summers when despair was afoot, this year is moving to the top of that list. Yes, of course, you…
Channeling Some Inner Ukrainian
I stay away from political rants. I’ve tried to anyway. I have strong beliefs formed from extensive listening, but even more observation. You never believe you are wrong, at least, until you are. Watching this crisis in Ukraine has found me riding the fence about America’s responsibilities, but I’m not writing this to gain approval…
Worn-Out Wallets and Pickpockets
She never raises her voice, but she does become vehement regarding certain things. On her last visit to the jagged edge of America, the Significant One picked up my battered black calfskin wallet from the counter and pointed out that I needed a new one; I don’t. She spoke loud enough for the Faceplant machine…