With the addition of Brooke to the household, things did shift. When we did want to go out for a beer we did less Sail Club and Gaff. We began to frequent Mariner’s Inn on the beach. Everyone still called it Beach Lodge because that is what it had been as long as it had… Continue reading

 I did not know it at the time, but the breakdown of my vehicle was one of those events that exploded in slow motion regarding how it affects other things in your life. Through the grapevine, I had heard that a person I knew on the island had a 73 Dodge pickup for sale for… Continue reading

*Note: This story appears earlier in this blog as a stand-alone entry. Because it shares such an important event in March of 1985 and a turning point, I could not leave it out of the 1985 story.  It was affectionately known as 18 Mile Road. It ran north-south from Mustang Island to Padre Island in… Continue reading

 February came and with it the visit of my sister and Grandmother. I had not seen either of them since last June. It seemed like much longer than that. These months that I lived in Port Aransas, I  had gotten to know Dad more than I ever have. One thing seemed clear, my being there… Continue reading

 I am knocking on the glass. I am making eye contact. You see me and I see you. But like a wise poetic old friend of mine has pointed out, “It’s coming from the feel that it ain’t exactly real, or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there.” Lately, this has been a problem for… Continue reading

 It is not fair, to never know who you are until it’s too late. Yes, it is ironic. Living like no one else so that later you can live like no one else definitely has its benefits. I also wonder if it makes me hold back.  Photo by Pylz Works on Unsplash I am sick of riding the runaway… Continue reading

I walked into the old northern bar, it had been my home for the last 6 years.  The wood in the walls is now 100 years old. The warmth of this place and its people carried me through a war, through my return home, through a breakup, and into a new life that too would… Continue reading

There is a strange connection. It lives on a level that cannot be seen. It is where the opposing forces find common ground. Absolute enemies, in a moment of personal inadequacy, find that they are the same in their loneliness. How can we be made to feel all of this? Photo by Siim Lukka on Unsplash She rode… Continue reading

 Sometimes the trail is all incline. It’s the never-ending winded climb where you do not get to really take in the surroundings, only compensate for them. Logically the answers are easy, in reality, they are impossible. Some days, I am working in the garage to find that all the bolts in my possession are not… Continue reading

 When I thought yesterday was tough, I had no idea, it was only the beginning. As I rode into Thursday, I had no idea what was next. No inspiration, no direction, and no clue. I brought 2 books on Korean cooking to work with me, but I was too busy to read them. There they… Continue reading