I’ve got the back door open, and a window in my bedroom letting in the cool air upon this writing. The temps will be up in the 90’s today, scorching hot once again, but the length of the days is shortening now, the day and night are even on this very day, and heat is … Read more
I belonged to a gym for a couple of years, whose name I won’t mention, and superficially, it was a great place. Large, spacious, with brand new equipment, it seemed perfect. I wanted to run more, lift weights, and take Yoga classes. But the classes were sporadic, and the instructors seemed out of synch with … Read more
I went to a party one night, and the hostess, Cat, was one of those gregarious individuals who could throw a party at the drop of a party hat and have fifty people show up on a moment’s notice. Cat and I, had a history. We met one night at a beach party, and the … Read more
Emily was a woman that drifted in and out of Dog Rescue, bringing in some stray she found, and not seen again until another showed. She was a country girl in the truest sense; she picked produce, canned, carried a switch to remind her kids who was mama, and was incredibly polite. I went to … Read more
I’ve been saying for decades there’s too many people, and now, with the world on fire, rivers running dry, heat waves blistering cities and farms, we’ve come to the beginning of the end. Nature has a way of finding a balance, and if we cannot stop raising the temperature then nature will simply allow it … Read more
August is half gone, and there’s plenty of chances for triple digit heat to set in. Back in August of 07 we had to pour concrete at three in the morning. The metal on the bridge was still warm to the touch, and little coolness bothered the night. Yet even in a heat wave the … Read more
I was 14 in the summer of 1975, when Olivia Newton-John ruled the airwaves. I had already started drinking alcohol, mainly beer, because socially speaking I was a train wreck. Being in the same area code with a girl shorted out my heart, body, and mind. Only when I was buzzed enough not to feel … Read more
Worse, infinitely worse, than any nightmare, are dreams of work. I rather be terrified, wake up dripping sweat and screaming, than to have one of those dreams where I’m back at work, things are not going well, and I have to figure out what to do next, and no matter what I do, things keep … Read more
Three thirty in the morning. Somewhere, out there in the world of work, a driver is heading down the road perhaps late, worrying about a deer jumping in front of him. On that same road, perhaps, there’s work being done that can only be done at night, and there’s an inspector looking at his cell … Read more
The core group of kids in our neighborhood was about ten. We played together in our tiny little universe, and rarely did anything really move us to talk about the outside world as if it really existed. I was eight and a half years old on 20 July, 1969. We kids wandered from house to … Read more