Retired Navy after 23 years. I retired at the age of 40 years old. I've been out longer than I was in. All of the ships I served on have been made into razor blades. I had fun and I lived my life the best I could. Most of my shipmates are gone and I try to stay in touch with the remainder. It continues. Substance abuse counselor, builder of wooden boats, furniture maker, prison non-violence workshop facilitator, life observer, activist, reader, writer, geriatric subject of interest, generous tipper. I stay involved.
AMOS MEETS THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE He Flubs It Amos crawled out of the old Mustang and grabbed his denim jacket from behind the driver’s seat. He was going into the western wear store just off the interstate in Tulsa. He liked the place with the hats and boots and belts and all. Just … More Amos Meets His True Love.
This is a re-write of an imagined discovery. I died in the woods near my house. The four dogs who lived there; Ranger, Shadow, Dillon, and Chief found me. Each of the dogs weighed over one hundred pounds. Ranger and Shadow were brothers, Dillon a yellow lab, and Chief a Samoyed/Golden Retriever mix. Quite a … More Lost and Found 2nd Draft
EARTH’S SIXTH MASS EXTINCTION EVENT IS UNDERWAY But Fred is O.K. He sat out in the sun drinking from a water bottle. What a nice day he thought and smiled a little smile. He was facing the screen door with his back to the South and the heat from the sun felt oh, so good! … More Up, Up, and Away!
I am procrastinating. Things I ought to be involved with right now: Making a poster to promote volunteering with Alternatives to Violence Project in Maine. We need help badly. Shopping for a Printer that uses only black ink. I’m tired of buying Magenta and Yellow cartridges for nothing. Shopping for a new stove and a … More Say Something…Even If It’s Wrong!!!
I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE… Or, somebody call the cops. Things are out of control! My look-off point, that place toward which I stare to visualize what it is I want to express later, is just about West-North-West and about thirty degrees elevation. From my seat in The Castle, it is out the top … More Sky Patrol
Here is a note I made to myself to record a writing prompt that whisped through my mind some time ago. I can almost enjoy it. The story line is typical of some fantasy that will pour through the old brain early in the A.M. ALIEN ROOMMATE Raised by catfish in a creek near Ft. … More I’m Trying
I feel like a motherless child. Sometimes I feel like a motherless child, a long, long way from home. I’m getting closer to home as each day passes. Heretofore, I’ve felt like my past was the way back but just now as I listen to Odetta sing I reckon the way home is just ahead. … More A Motherless Child
MY NEXT RIDE: A FANTASY Clarification: Not my last ride. As enjoyable as it appears, there comes a point during the fantasy when the Corvette Stingray that I have eyes for turns into a pumpkin rotting in a cold October field. Discovering that the MSRP begins at 60 grand, before bells and whistles, chokes the … More A Harmless Side Trip
https://www.boston.com/news/science/2019/04/11/mit-katie-bouman-black-hole We all have experienced black holes somewhere along our own timelines. Some of us continue to be threatened with annihilation should we accidentally fall into the gravitational pull of the beast. An interesting find of mine is I can sense the presence of a black hole; the type that exists here on this planet … More Black Holes and Bad Memories
Way back in 1960, my last year on USS Sirago SS-485, there was a young man name Jim Piehl. He was an engineman striker, which means he was trained as an engineman but was unrated. Jim was a good worker. More than good. He was an outstanding worker and his mates liked him a lot. … More Remembering Jim Piehl
Playing Fair and Being Kind 