What does a police detective do after he retires? Who knows? It's a mystery.
As a writer who likes to write about childhood memories I often wonder if my memory is getting it right, or am I just making it up as I go along? Who knows? It's a mystery. A long time ago I read a book titled "The Memory Book". Wait, no, it was called "Your Memory... Continue Reading →
Reblogging this poem because I can.
Sometimes I like to sit
by an old old tree
and ask it what it knows
and if it knows me
Does it know my name
Has it seen me here around
Am I a whisper in its leaves
Before they fall onto the ground
Am I found among its rings
Am I carved along its side
Did I there make my marks
Or is this all too much pride
Does it see everything
Does it record all the pain
does it protect me always
when life brings the rain
Do its leaves tell the wind
all the secrets that I hold
can I hear that conversation
or am I being too bold
Do I owe it anything
for the shade that it gives
or am I deeply in its debt
for the length that I ‘ll live
Does it see my future
did it witness my past
does it…
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Sometime in the late nineties I put together three CD's with some of the best seventies music ever. Nope. Not true. It was the best music collection ever. Everyone who heard it wanted a copy, and I remember making dozens of copies of those CD's for people that asked for them. This was strange to... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I look at Blue and wonder where he came from. The dog shelter said he was a stray, but couldn't tell us where he was picked up. They only had him for about a month or so when we adopted him and guessed his age at a year old. He was labeled as a... Continue Reading →
My daughter Lauren likes to watch out for me. As I get older, however, she is under the mistaken assumption that I can no longer take care of myself. To be fair though, I do get in my moods where I "forget" to eat. And surely I don't like taking any medications I am supposed... Continue Reading →
I have to admit something. I had been waiting for this book for quite some time. Having read snippets of it a while back, I knew it was going to be good, and I wanted to hold it in my hand. I have nothing against e-books, but when you find a good book you want... Continue Reading →
It's tough getting old. It really is. Especially these days, when in the age of technology, there are vast computers out there counting the days for you without you even knowing. They know how old you are, and they are keeping track of what stage you are in your life so they can sell you... Continue Reading →
Inspiration Road. I don't know why it's called that. It cuts under the expressway in Mission, Texas and leads north through Mission or south towards Mexico. There isn't anything really inspiring about it as far as I can tell. I never really travel the road either. I remember it only as a lonely road with... Continue Reading →
You should be writing, but you're not. You have updates to do, but you're just not feeling it today. Being on WordPress is not a job (except for those of you for which it is a job) and you probably should do what you can to enjoy it. It's supposed to be fun, right? Well... Continue Reading →
