Updates – January 20, 2021

Not sure when it happened.  It has been a busy, confused couple of days.  A visitor watched me “relax” in front of a different screen, noodling1 for a word to decompose into a silly bit of wordplay.2  Please recall, I gave up the effort. Harkening back to “Engineering Econ”3 for such as ROI, cost ofContinue reading “Updates – January 20, 2021”

Gonna Rain – January 8, 2021

Folks took it in stride the first month without rain in Baugus County.  The second month that’s all anyone talked about.  People stopped talking about it the third month.  Looked like a bona fide drought.  We keep the dealership garage open late Fridays.  Tommy Jancock came into the garage about closing time.  Tommy strikes folksContinue reading “Gonna Rain – January 8, 2021”

Late In From Tulsa – December 25, 2020

              For the season, a short story for a holiday capable of evoking so many memories: bitter, sweet, and bittersweet.  For those who fancy a brief read, this is a stretch at just over $8.00 and change.               Merry Christmas to you all.  Whether you read on or not. Late in From Tulsa Understand this began earlyContinue reading “Late In From Tulsa – December 25, 2020”

Clutch Chronicles – November 16, 2020

Introduction Not so long ago, in a Galaxy 500, no, wait, that’s a different story about a black 1964 two-door hardtop… Early in 2020 I cut my teeth on another writers’ site but quickly burned out there for reasons not worth airing or appropriate here1. There, I did a throwaway piece which introduced a characterContinue reading “Clutch Chronicles – November 16, 2020”

From the Vault – November 13, 2020

Working two or three pieces that just don’t want to come together, I’m short something to present today.  With a string going in spite of a M/W/F blog commitment, I hate to miss today, Friday and all.  Especially knowing shortly before Thanksgiving I’m going to play hooky for a spell. I looked into the electronicContinue reading “From the Vault – November 13, 2020”

Whiskers – November 6, 2020

Photo by Maud Slaats on Pexels.com Ronald, across the street sideways, and I are almost neighbors.  He and his missus are five years or so new to the neighborhood.  Physically close enough, what keeps us from being real neighbors is our ages and that we only occasionally enjoy pre- and post- work-commute meetings.  Ronald isContinue reading “Whiskers – November 6, 2020”

Goals – November 1, 2020

“Gramps, I don’t get to meet Daddy?” “No.  You know why, precious.” “He went to a war and got killed.” “Before you were born.” “Momma knew Daddy?” “Yes, child.” “Momma didn’t like me?” “Loved you, dear, like your Daddy did.” “But he didn’t meet me.” “Doesn’t matter. He loved you. And your Momma.” “Why’d MommaContinue reading “Goals – November 1, 2020”

Big Dogs, Little Dogs, and Wives – October 31, 2020

A little bit stupid, I don’t fear much.  That may yet be the death of me.  Stuck on principle, I’ve more than once too often told “the man,” “the organization,” “the establishment,” to stuff it into a dark hole.  This little piece of fluff is not about running stupidly into the wind. It is anContinue reading “Big Dogs, Little Dogs, and Wives – October 31, 2020”

Robert Jackson – October 30, 2020

Just two years as Riverton’s baseball coach and Government teacher, I’m learning area lore.  Like every hundred years the Little Indian floods terribly, rearranging its banks.  This spring it cut through school baseball and football fields. For the next hundred years won’t be much baseball or football there. Maybe we’ll be relocated by football season.Continue reading “Robert Jackson – October 30, 2020”

Blue Eyes – October 29, 2020

Thirty-odd years ago, the place was just a bistro. Good Italian food.  Better atmosphere.  Blue Eyes came in.  Alone.  And sad. Though I owned the place, I waited tables, just starting out, you see?  I suggested dinner. She agreed.  We hit it off. For several months she was regular. So was I.  Suddenly, she stoppedContinue reading “Blue Eyes – October 29, 2020”