It’s been a week where all of my writing was limited to long paragraphs inside of my head. Those of you who write—I hope—understand what I am trying to say, or, in this case, write. The fact that I am finally opening the Macbook and scribbling out some thoughts at exactly 1744hrs on a Wednesday…
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You Say Granada, I Say Grenada, Let’s Call The Whole Thing Off
During a week that I have nothing to write about, I want to share a bit of information that might surprise you. I have owned over seventy-five automobiles, more than thirty motorcycles, and well over twenty boats. Nope, I am not a collector. But for a time, I loved buying and selling low-budget vehicles. Some…
A Tale of Two American Dreams (and Ninjas)
I drove right by the manifestation of the American dream, and I immediately kicked myself for it. I regretted my dismissiveness for over two miles and one-half of a country song that I can’t recall right now. I was happily haunted by the hopefulness that I saw in his face as he tried to make…
Beds That Go Boom In The Night
Misadventure is still an adventure; we find solace in that statement. Her formative years were spent here at the lake in the woods. Her stories of the hour-long rocky ride over unscreened, bank-run gravel while stuffed into an overloaded station wagon with four siblings are recited to me each time we drive up that hill;…
Ninety-One-Minutes Forever
Driving in twilight eliminates unnecessary distractions. Said to be the most dangerous time on the road for a driver, our eyes naturally readjust to ready for the darkness that follows—too soon. Shadows develop into imaginary features and creatures. Branches become arms, reflectors become eyes, and our imaginations must sort out the details. Distant roadside landmarks…
Shameless Promotion of a Book
I spend a lot of time rewriting in my head. That’s one of the reasons why I like long drives. Book number two—out in October— is finished and has since been tucked away with Michael, the editor. I don’t follow the process, but it seems that I rewrite this stuff a bunch of times, then…
Pup Cups, and Recycling Writings
I ought to get the A/C repaired in the Green Glider, but it reminds me of all the car trips we experienced as kids. With the front windows all the way down, and the back windows dropped to half-mast, it really is tolerable. Having a reasonable recollection of lyrics helps you sing along, but the…
Wondering
Tonight, I began to wonder when Ellie transitioned from young to old. Her frosted tips have taken to spreading around a bit. I first saw the gray in her muzzle, then in her eyebrows. Suddenly, the silver highlights were everywhere. At night, she sits beside me on the couch. Sometimes, remaining completely still and staring…
Thanks, I Try
At 0405hrs on Sunday, I was awakened by my internal clock. Knowing that it was time to take the significant one to the airport, I beat her to the hardwood floor by padding my way to the bathroom to avoid the rush. We made coffees, sipped them quickly, then I loaded her luggage and…
Drafty Windows and a Dog Named Jack
My first home was built in 1865; it was about 100 years old when I was born and aged gracefully while I grew up. The deed became mine when I was in my mid-twenties. I always told people the place had been pre-owned—a lot. We bought it in the fall of the year; the only…