I left the Marine Corp Air Station at Cherry Point, North Carolina before morning colors. I scooted up Route 70 for a little while and picked up U.S. 17. 17 is one of my faves forever. Mostly four lane, speed limit at 55, and lots of green trees and swamps to wonder about. Plus it … More Three of the United States and Easter. Plus I Eat East Indian Food. No Meat.
For all practical purposes I’m a high school dropout. I posted a story some time ago titled “What Time Is It?”. That describes in brief my experience with those four miserable years at Boston English High School. What I do know though is that lower math is my forte. Not much to brag about but … More Lower Math Skills and Polite Company
Many years ago, perhaps while I was in middle school, I heard a tune being played from the electric organ my mother used professionally on stage. We were traveling with a wonderful stage review hosted by the George A. Hamid-Morton circus. See here: http://www.circusesandsideshows.com/circuses/hamidmortoncircus.html Those years formed my body, mind, and imagination for the rest … More Scattered, Solo, and Slightly Scared
I’m sitting in Naomi’s house in Santa Fe. This is a good place to be. It’s after nine o’clock in the evening and I have Bill Evans’ Solo Sessions on the computer. His music is like a warm beverage when you need it. Naomi and I went out tonight to a presentation that was a … More Listening to Bill Evans and Other Lovely Things
HUGGING VS. HANDSHAKING Things have changed over the years for me regarding hugs and handshakes. To be brief; hugging has moved from an unique way to greet and in the beginning it was a sign of intimacy and gradually slipped toward trust and affection. Handshakes were generally considered a sign of greeting and politeness. … More Discovery
Some time ago I was handed a piece of stone. This artifact held a relic of someone’s life. As soon as the stone touched my hand I held it carefully, joining my two hands together to ensure its safety. I didn’t want to drop or otherwise mishandle this treasure. I was told it was more than … More I Felt a Breath of Life
“AND I’LL COME BACK…” That’s the moment she stopped hating herself. Most of these women are serving terms of several months; some are going to be incarcerated longer, maybe up to four years. In some cases the women are doing the bid for the men in their lives. Then the men abandon them, disappear. She’s … More And I’ll come back…
You know those situations. A period of time passes and a loss of contact occurs. I discovered some time ago one of my dearest friends whom I admire very much has disappeared from my radar screen. My paranoia has whispered to me that I may have ended the relationship unkindly. Of course that may be … More Reaching Out to Old Friend…What Happened?
IF IT DIDN’T HAPPEN… Then what did we eat? While I was in Vero Beach living for a few days at Olga’s and Tom’s house we all experienced an evening in which reality left us for vacation and, in its place, we were entertained by a person who could only be an alien. And not … More If it Didn’t Happen What did We Eat?
I arrived in New Mexico sometime in September of last year, 2016. As with many of my journeys they turn out not what I expected. This one in particular is more sad for some reason. I may have had too many expectations. I feel like I will not return. Something inside me has come to … More Things are Ending for Me in New Mexico
Playing Fair and Being Kind 