Met a couple of old friends the other day for dinner that I had not seen in a lifetime. We all wore older faces, but it was still us. When I saw them I still saw the kids we once were and the memories of us were still there. We had not seen each other... Continue Reading →
There are choices and then there are no choices…
I am trying to keep most of what I write on this blog light. But I was cop for awhile. Things will get a little dark.
“Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.”- Richard Kadrey
I was sitting in my patrol car at intersection waiting for the light. The day was slow and hot and the light took it’s time. Everyone had their windows rolled up and their air conditioners blasting. I looked across at the car facing me in the opposite lane. At first I thought the woman was singing out loud to music and keeping rhythm with her hands. But then I saw the blood on her hands. A lot of blood. She wasn’t singing at all. She was screaming and hitting her hands on the steering wheel.
She needed emergency help but she wouldn’t run…
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"I have the worlds largest collection of seashells. I keep it scattered on beaches all over the world. Perhaps you've seen it?" -Stephen Wright On a recent trip to the beach, I sat by the water watching my oldest sister looking for seashells. It was a sight I have seen many times since I was... Continue Reading →
"The kids are coming over tomorrow morning." But I wanted to write tomorrow morning. It was a split second thought. A little piece of nonsensical crap that shot through my mind with the force of a bullet. I regretted it the moment I thought it, and I wanted to take it back, but just like... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
I am trying to keep most of what I write on this blog light. But I was a cop for awhile. Things will get a little dark. “Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces."- Richard Kadrey I was sitting in my patrol car... Continue Reading →
I saw my dad yesterday. I saw him walking downtown on Main Street in McAllen. He had on his khaki pants and a dark blue shirt on with the "Rodriguez Auto Accessories" emblem on it. He was wrapped in a thin light brown jacket and walked with his hands in his pants pocket like he... Continue Reading →