I’ve looked down upon the sad-looking Red Wings for a couple of months. Late summer and early fall found them stowed on the floor of the backseat of my truck. They fit the bill as something that looked to have been “rode hard and put away wet.” After spending some time walking about in…
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 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…
I’m not sure if it was my first, but it won’t be my last. The lack of specific directions on how to survive in retirement has allowed me to use trial and error; this was no error. I showered at noon. I went to work when I was fourteen, eight years old if you count…
Several things have brought this story to light. I wasn’t going to write it. I have many reasons, some rather personal, but I decided to leave this out of my previous books because I was still dealing with some angst over it. None of that matters; it’s an issue with which I have to deal….
I don’t know when I started using the rise and shine greeting. I emit the slogan more for myself than the dog. The part she likes is the ear rub and the head scratch that accompanies my close talking and, possibly, a kiss on the deep crevasse that runs down the center of her boxer-like…
This is the second installment of a two-part story. The first installment is nearby in the bank of Newslog entries. Thanks for reading- TC There were no visible signs indicating that I wasn’t free to stretch my legs on the river’s edge and visit the old cabins. I was confident that if confronted by…
The last time that I ate lunch on the porch of the lilliputian cabin was in August of 1969. Back then, the shiplap siding was bright white with red trim slathered on the boards of the eaves and all vertical edges. My grandfather had a retired fireman’s affinity for the color red. The fog that…
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…
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…