My day yesterday was filled with metaphor and irony. My friend Ron, a high school class mate, has been hospitalized for feeling woozy and falling over. Now that he is better he is being placed in an assisted living place until his chemistry stabilizes. Vague I know but that is about what it is. He … More ‘Tis the Season for a Bit of a Rant. Dreamers (and Such) are We!
There’s a book floating in the ether waiting to happen. I will write it and the title will be, “Fat Jar of Gravy”. Before I get to that I need to tell you about the Sumo orange. When I arrived back in Maine two days ago I realized that when I reached my house I … More “Fat Jar of Gravy” By George MacKenzie Goodwin
As well as for their families, friends, neighbors, co-workers, distant associates, vaguely remembered school chums, and people who sat next to them on the bus. MASS SHOOTINGS IN USA A number of our citizens lost touch with their emotions, decompensated, and shot all the people they could in a short period of time. They did … More The Bullets Were Meant for These People… (Edit) By ‘these people’ I mean the list of people in Table 1. below.
This past week has been thought provoking. I left Florida and steered Rocinante in the direction of Atlanta. Of course coming from the Gulf side of Florida one must make a bend around to get in the direction of Atlanta. The route involves a lot of horizontal movement since Florida is flat as a pancake. … More Florida to Georgia to Tennessee to North Carolina. Feeling the warmth leaving my body as I toodle-oo up this side of the Mississippi.
She pulls my sleeping bag up around my neck and shoulders, kisses me on the side of my head and leaves a cloud of scented sex. I grumble and croak my gratitude and promise her a phone call later. She sneaks out of my shelter and returns to her tent. This moment will be remembered … More The Waning Crescent Tiptoes Out.
I try to be a good ally. That means just keeping quiet but attentive unless shit is coming down then stand up for those you are allying for. But be sure not to get in the way of their thunder. Here is a post from a few years ago. Make sure to click on the … More This May be a Repeat. The Date on it is 2 1/2 Years Ago. Read it Anyway.
Or, how not to stay attached to a nice girlfriend. I had a hankering for some Leann Rimes music this evening. She is a pure gold talent singer in my humble opinion. Listening to her crooning Patsy Cline transported me to those days I spent driving fast cars and drinking lots of beer in the … More Take a Ride from Virginia Beach to Tecate, B.C. Mexico.
Yeah, how about 3 days of darkness so dark you could feel it. So I should not complain. I don’t know what the groundhog will tell us hoomans today but it couldn’t be as bad as plagues of blood, frogs, lice, pestilence, boils, hail, locusts, death of a child, or flies. In fact weather is … More Snowing. It Could Be Worse.
DEPRESSING THOUGHTS WHILE CONTEMPLATING THE END OF “BLOOD ORCHID” Blood Orchid by Charles Bowden I finished reading Blood Orchid this morning. One passage caught my eye. This point I bring up is minor but it triggers others that aren’t. A smart title to his last chapter, “Exit Interview”, there is a sentence, “Last night everyone … More A Few Razor Blade Thoughts to Lighten Your Day.
January 27th and the cold rules with an iron fist. Snow and ice coats the driveway. Piles of the white stuff rigidly reshape the boundaries of a new landscape. Weariness creeps and settles in without invitation. Gratefully the power company hasn’t had any recent losses to add misery to the misery. The bright spot is … More Late Winter: That Place With No Good Name.
Playing Fair and Being Kind 