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

 Somehow, summer disintegrated into fall, but there was no way to tell by way of the weather. Labor Day weekend came and went. It left Port Aransas with truckloads of drunken trash all over the beach. Dad was in charge of the beach crew, they would spend an entire week picking up the mess of… Continue reading

 July in the record books, and what have you done? The war is on the horizon, while everyone denies that there is even turbulence. I find it is the effort that it takes move move a single molecule in the world today is what could have started a jet plane decades ago. That whole Alameda… Continue reading

 There are subtle signs in what otherwise appears to be absolutely normal and absolutely in control. Elite model pricey SUV in July with studded tires for example. There is imbalance in that person’s life. Life isn’t as coherent as it appears at a glance. Then there is indulgence, whether it’s convertible tops, vanity plates, one… Continue reading

 My sense of it is sharp as a razor’s edge.  It has so many levels and sections to it.  The perimeter is an outer barrier that separates the in from the out, the safe from the danger, the simple from the complex, the loud from the soft. https://www.vecteezy.com/free-photos  Free Stock photos by Vecteezy My life… Continue reading

 My days working at A Auto Supply became timeless. I worked on my Dodge, making changes weekly. It looked more like mine than the car passed on from my mother. I really missed the friends I had back home at the campground. I had heard that my cousin Tom bought a camper and he was… Continue reading

 Remember when you were young, and shown like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond.  -Shine on You Crazy Diamond, Pink Floyd, 1975, Wish You Were Here album. There was something about naivety that made it work back in the old days. $100 trips across the United States while eating food that was absolutely void… Continue reading