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

 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

 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

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

 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

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

 Writing a blog regularly has some strange ups and downs. It is more than not knowing what to write on some days. It is more about quietly paying attention to why you can’t seem to start writing on a particular day. In my case, I often write about a memory that was prompted by a… Continue reading

 Something about her was familiar, I could swear I’d seen her face before, but she said I’m sure you’re mistaken and she didn’t say anything more. Rain fell on the stressed rooftop of that 63 Plymouth. We were thrown about in a complex whirlwind we did not understand. At the age that I now I… Continue reading

Let’s work, be proud, stand tall… I have no concept of the length of days. I am indeed lost in a strange life. One moment I was headed in one direction and then I woke up headed in an alternate direction.  This part of my life seems to be almost a sequel to my trek… Continue reading

On the silence, in the frozen days, we promise grandiose things. We woo, we campaign, and we sell. In the aftermath of extraordinary downpours, I wonder if my January self will look favorably upon this.  My hesitation last night, although familiar as of late was also foreign to me. So I wrestled against its restraints, forcing… Continue reading