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January just has to deal with it
I am a person whose life has always been like a Jackie Chan fight sequence, something comes at me, react, and move. It is really all I know. It is the reason why I thrive on chaos. Plan nothing and jump, it has always proved to be interesting. On December 8, 2022, I booked a… Continue reading
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This is the last day
This is the last day… How many last days do we have? The last day of school, the last day of work, the last day of being 17, 49, and 57. They all signify the end of something and the beginning of something else. There was a saying in the military that any time you… Continue reading
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The Autumnal Current
The race is on. That balancing of energy, resources, time and the sky falling. It is the pressure that I feel the need to reevaluate every step I am taking many times a day. As the days transition into weeks like watercolors that never dry, I feel the changes in the season, my surroundings, and… Continue reading
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I can see clearly now
I am currently working on the first of two stories that I wrote in 1996 and 2000. For years they have brought a two-week period of my life and my sister’s lives to life. Mostly, these stories were shared with those who have gone through similar experiences. My biggest motivation was the share that telling… Continue reading
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The Pros and Cons of Living on the Contingency Fringe
Consolidate and Reorganize. It is a military collective task. It is like an outline that contains many other individual tasks within. When those are orchestrated just right, with the correct priority and timeliness, they become the difference between life and death. Coming to the end of large projects has been like the void between the… Continue reading
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I need some sentimental hygiene
It was like I was viewing my life through a long dark tunnel conduit. I could see myself, sitting in my 76 Chevy van, not driving it, but living it. I was living a 1987 run-on episode of the Twilight Zone. I was working for Clock Company in Manchester, Connecticut, third shift, from 11:20 PM… Continue reading
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1984 – Chapter 15 December: The last quiet month of my existence
December arrived and it felt as if Port Aransas moved even further out into the Gulf of Mexico. The island became even more quiet. There was no word on jobs either. Looking back, there were plenty of local retail places I could have applied at and made a respectful minimum wage which at that time… Continue reading
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1984 chapter 14 – The MG’s are fixin to kick into high gear
A South Texas Gulf Coast winter approaching was nothing like what I expected it to be. I continued to work on the house. Jeri’s wife Odette had given us some carpet squares from a construction job she had worked at. Our living room was a series of carpet remnant squares that were all earth tones… Continue reading
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1984 Chapter 13: A path of lesser resistance
It came without warning. We were living on Avenue J in Jeri’s old 1950s mobile home. The dark green 1965 Chevy Super Sport pulled in. Jeri asked me if I would like to drive the 65 for a day or two. He had a lot of miles to go pick up Odette and the Dodge… Continue reading
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Breakfast in Arkansas
It was just breakfast Arkansas, but it was so much more to me. Here today with my boys, we enjoyed a Pilot Truck stop breakfast together. Each of us choosing exactly what we wanted for ourselves. I could tell just being near them this was an unforgettable moment in time, one I am sure they… Continue reading