He stepped inside, closing the front door behind him. She could see he had another one of his stupid grins on his face. “Where's the stuff I sent you to the grocery store for?” she asked. He toed the floor and said, “I didn’t get it.” “Why?” “I ran into this old woman who sold … Continue reading The Red Button
As I sat at the breakfast table, sipping my morning’s coffee, I opened the Facebook app on my cellphone. My heart dropped and shattered at reading the post from his sister, that her brother Bobby had died. And while I ought to wait a couple of days to write this, I sorely need to get … Continue reading Bob Harrison, 1948-2020
Pessimist: "The glass is half-empty." Optimist: "The glass is half-full." 2020: "I pee'd in the glass."
The high pitch of a child’s laughter, a scream and multiple voices, followed by fleeting shadows darting between the slats of the blind and from in the front of the house, told much of the tale. The clear skies and sun of a Saturday morning had brought the neighborhood kids out of their homes. “Are … Continue reading The Beauty of a Driveway
Today is day 187 of our state's shutdown and it's been murder since day one.
Lizzy Warren took an axe and gave her career forty whacks. When she'd seen what she'd done, Kamala Harris gave hers forty-one.
There are two kinds of tired; one requires sleep, the other requires rest.
Ethel sat in her rocker on the porch of the old folks home, watching as the little girl raced her kick scooter up and down the sidewalk. As she watched, she felt a twinge of jealousy come to her mind knowing that as a child she never had such a toy to play with. At … Continue reading The Scooter
I don't need to meditate. I have dogs.
Over the last 185 days of self-isolation, social distancing and collections of face masks, I’ve watched as my blog readership has dropped off. I did the unusual things to help refresh interest, like slowing my daily postings, changing the name of my blog, reformatting and even changing subjects. None of it helped. Finally, I stepped … Continue reading Burn Out
Feeling lost and alone And without one word I hung up the phone Having heard what No one wants to hear. So long my old friend, I will remember you And the things we used to do. Who knew this was the end. I went to the refrigerator, Found what I was looking for. Stepped … Continue reading So Long
I don't always carry all my groceries from the car to the house in one arm, but when I do, my keys are in the wrong pocket.
With a need to escape smoky skies and my own aloneness, I decided to go photograph a tunnel I’d seen south of Yerington, along US 95A. And while fresh air, blue sky and sunshine were not to be found, I did drive directly into a smoke that was worse than that which I’d left. With … Continue reading A London Fog
It'd be great if pillows recorded dreams and we could plug it into our device and enjoy them again.
Whose Molotov cocktail is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite angry though. He was cross like a dark Othello. I watch him pace. I cry hell no. He gives his Molotov cocktail a shake, And screams I've made a bad mistake. The only other sound's the break, Of distant glass, of heat … Continue reading Molotav Cocktail
You know journalism's in trouble when the headline reads, "Planes dropping colorful chemicals helped squelch this fire."
Not savage eagle's prey nor hunter's meat, The turbulent wind lifts you far on high, Through winter chill or searing summer heat, The turbulent wind lifts you far on high, Better to flee your home than be outcast, The life before you is your paradise, Above grey clouds you'll soar in flight at last, You … Continue reading Wake of Arson
I jus' asked myself if I'm crazy. We said 'no.'
There once was a man named Joe, Who said, "To the White House I go!" They were all hoping, He'd quit the damned groping But he couldn't resist the ‘Toe.’
sunlight aurora a wild, old coyote sings out of sand castles near high afternoon a flat, perfect rock unmoved betrayed by the snake nighttime eventide the hungry, yellow owl flies after the rabbit shivering nighttime dark, a wild scorpion hunts among the pebbles abandoned, ancient dead man’s body sleeps in his pandemic an eternal void … Continue reading After and Forever
Volunteered for the Russian-made Covid-19 vaccine trials, getting my first shot with нет side effects whatsoКогда-либо, and я чувствую себя прекрасно.
I jus' ate a Snickers bar and you know what? I'm still an asshole.
As I sit at my writing desk, my Trump 2020 face masked pushed down and exposing my nose and mouth, I'm reflecting on time spent at a recent presidential rally, or rather ‘peaceful protest,’ in Minden, Nevada. I bought the mask as a souvenir, a gift to myself, thinking it very apropos for the times … Continue reading Remembrances from a Trump Rally
Needing to get out of the house, I drove up into the hills behind Lockwood, east of the Truckee River. Once on the familiar gravel road, I found a band of wild horses and with a bag of red apples I proceeded to feed them, though I know I shouldn’t do so. Eleven Mustang, by … Continue reading Apples for the Mustangs
Life is but an Edgar Wallace Plot Wheel 'And Dog created man' not out of question. One more volume filled with the holy lies, Where walls of flame fill skies with smoke, Embers burning down state’s filled with Anarchists, environmentalist, evolutionist, Molotov cocktail throwing pro-revisionists. And as governor's dictate demagoguery. At least we can still … Continue reading Dog Almighty
Based on yard signs, Joe Biden will place third behind Donald Trump and Garage Sale.
Willy got the paperwork via a special shuttle from Earth to Mars. The large envelop was marked urgent in large red-lettering. “Recalled?” he said, “I jus’ got here. And what about the new porters job I was promised at the hotel/casino?” The person delivering the folio, shrugged and turned away. Slowly, Willy read through the … Continue reading Moon Dogs
Saying that you support 'freedom of speech,' but not 'hate speech,' is like claiming you support 'physics,' but not 'gravity.'
The dream is: while with a group of people, we were invited to search through a home for items we believed to be valuable. Since I was in the military, I was assigned to look for anything that was related to uniform service. As I did this I found myself being followed and then chased … Continue reading The ‘Is’ Is
The magic of a snow day for kids in school is lost now that there's distance-learning.
Unless there's an act of God or an implosive scandal within his administration, Nevada’s Democratic Governor Steve Sisolak will be re-elected to a second term. And since he won’t be on the ballot until 2022, it all come’s down to time and seats. Senate terms are four years, but every two years, half are up … Continue reading Sisolak Will Be Reelected
In bed, I open the news app on my cellphone. I tap 2 News KTVN. "The Nevada Highway Patrol says crews responded to a head on crash on Pyramid Highway at Los Altos Parkway on Friday afternoon. Officials said there were substantial injuries." The third in as many months. My mind slips into a memory. … Continue reading Crash on the Highway
Nineteen-and-eighty-six, earning only $5.15 an hour, residing in poverty, loving every moment. A bag of Ruffle potato chips, 8 pieces of chicken, 6 cans of cherry Coca-Cola, three dollars and ninety-nine cents per day, living like Kings and Queens. The sweet life at twenty-six years, sun in our faces, wind through our hair, searching for … Continue reading Blessed Ignorance
Woke up after my wife. She's out on her early morning walk. "Hell, the sun isn't even up." Rolling from bed, I go to the kitchen, make some coffee. As the percolator gasps, wheezes, gurgles and chugs, I thumb through my cellphone at the various news stories. Corona virus, face masks, riots, anti-Trump, left, right, … Continue reading Nevadastan
Tap called in the morning, "Pete's dead." "Sorry to hear that," I said. "Best damned guard dog I've ever had." "But," I started to interrupt him. Pete and I met about five-years before. He'd chased me around my truck, forcing me to retreat inside it until Tap called him off. "Knock it off, Pete." The … Continue reading Best Damned Guard Dog
A shout out to everyone who can remember their childhood phone number -- but not the computer password that they created yesterday.
I jus' saw my wife sanitizing the hand-sanitizer.
Inspired by Guy de Maupassant's "Was it a Dream?" Tired of the face mask, talk of plague, social distancing and the other various ways to avoid one’s neighbor, I drove to Virginia City with three one-fifth bottles of rot-gut, for I wished to become drunk and falling down. My destination being where all eventually fall, … Continue reading Beneath
This day's been face masks, wildfire smoke, boredom and isolation. Night time is arrived and a certain loneliness encases me beneath the covers. My wife's already sleeping. I cannot. Quietly, gently, I climb from bed, dress, slip out the door, into my truck, pulling from our drive. To the Truckee River I head, to a … Continue reading Making a Nightmare
It's a simple throw rug purchased on line. The thing that makes it so special is that it creates an optical illusion so strong, not even my dogs will go near it. The illusion is that of a black hole with a series of white and black squares around the entrance. It has brought many … Continue reading Holy Toledo
Essence of literary burn out Seems to be mine, not yours As I etch into computer code Many words few wish to read. Does my pain beget pleasure?
Deborah was a beautiful redhead and I wanted to sleep with her in the worst way, and I did. Later, I had to kill her to protect myself. Let me explain: It began a week ago, jus’ before the full moon. I met her at a family gathering, she was the date of one of … Continue reading The Egg
Bought a chicken to make sandwiches. It doesn't. It shits on the floor.
As I walked by Mister Nate’s home, he called me up onto his porch. I could tell the nonagenarian had something on his mind. I took the cushioned rocking chair next to his. “Son,” he started, “I jus’ got back from visiting my kids in California.” He paused. I didn’t interrupt. “They’ve gotten stupid,” he … Continue reading The Road to Segregation’s Return
Since March 20, 2020, I’ve been unemployed, because of the state shutting down for a two-week period to ‘flatten the curve’ on COVID-19. That is 150 days ago. During this time, the company I worked for permanently closed its facility, and I’ve been unable to collect any unemployment benefits because I can't get through either … Continue reading New Hours for Nevada’s DMV
Day 150 of a two-week period that is promised to flatten the curve...
Fella said his wife was an Angel that fell from Heaven. Ruined it by reminding him that's also the Devil's backstory.
I feel like a chocolate Easter bunny -- hollow inside.
It’s been one of those mornings. Up early to take care of some outside chores before the heat becomes intolerable, but that isn’t what's made this morning so frustrating. First, I got out my favorite coffee cup and poured some java in it. I picked it up and the handle simply fell off, splashing hot … Continue reading The Falling Off
All political jokes are in bad taste because all politician's are in taste bad.
I'd tell you a COVID-19 joke, but there's a 99.62-percent chance you won't get it.
Now that Joe Biden’s picked Kamala Harris as his running mate, let the joke making begin. And I'll start: New campaign names: Joe Kamaltoe 2020 Twit and Twat 2020 Creep and C*nt 2020 Sniff and Blow, 2020 Pee Pads and Knee Pads, 2020 Perv and Prost, 2020 Joe and Hoe, 2020 New campaign slogans: "Together, … Continue reading A Reason to Write a Few Political Jokes
her doe eyes glisten ruby red lips narrow i get up from my seat toss down three bucks for our coffees i walk out of the diner never looking back she did not say a thing what could she say she had done exactly what i expected her to do it was a hustle after … Continue reading Mark
Acrylic, 8 1/2 x 11
Look at a US map and you will see how Montana looks like Joe Biden sniffing Idaho.
Since returning from Crescent City, California, I’ve found myself with a strange case of writers block. Strange, because I still keep my journal and I write lengthy notes, but I'm not writing words worth the sharing. Meanwhile there's a billion words swirling about my head like the multitudes of high-desert stars. And though they're all … Continue reading Dark Days
Watercolor, 8 1/2 x 11
The middle-aged woman wandered up and down the ragged beach, a place so forlorn and uninviting, that others, even locals, often refused to go there. Her bare feet pressed into the blackish sand as the waves crashed in to the rocky shoreline. He had driven her there, and now he watched helplessly as she rushed … Continue reading The Housewife’s Dream
Fact: Women spend more time wondering what men think about then men actually spend thinking.
Officer James Herrod pulled into a parking spot about 30 feet from the food truck and picked up the microphone: "Robert One-18 to dispatch." "Dispatch," a voice from the radio spoke, "Go Robert One-18." "Yes, dispatch I'll be 10-7 at the corner of Main and Third." "10-4, Robert One-18, have a good lunch." "Roger and … Continue reading Taco Time
Monday comes and it is already Friday. This month is over and the year is up. Many years are gone, leaving nothing, Where waiting for later is loss of time. So take full advantage of what is left It is already too late for the going back.
The battleship gray door was locked, possibly barred from the inside. And since it was a metal door, listed as fire proof, it was going to be hard for Steve to breech it. It wasn’t the sign on the thick thing that read, “Meet the person responsible for your life.” No, he believed that the … Continue reading The Perfect Solution
Joe Biden is so close to picking a female vice-presidential running mate, that he can smell her.
At least during the 1918 pandemic they still had cocaine in their soda.
A Xerox copy of a handwritten letter sent anonymously and without a date, via the US postal service, to the newspaper I used to work for, but never taken seriously: "All I did was step off trail long enough to empty my bladder and now, I’m lost. Where Andy and Ryan went, I don’t know … Continue reading Driven
A single sperm supposedly has 37-and-a-half megabytes of DNA information in it, which means a normal ejaculation could represents a data transfer of around 1,587 gigabytes in about four seconds, and that's a lot of information to swallow.
It was reassuring that the restroom was the same as it had been all those years ago when he was a student. "Well, maybe the toilets have been changed out," he smile, "but at least the water still rotates left-to-right when flushed. It was one of only two restrooms – and still labeled ‘boys,' the … Continue reading Metal Folding Chair
As a semi-retired software engineer and an often hated critic of the many apps that come from overseas, especially from the Asian theater, I still receive my share of ‘try this and tell me what you think of it,’ requests. Some are so stupid that I send a polite email to the developer saying 'no … Continue reading Mobile App
Heading north on Highway 101, and as we crossed the bridge spanning Big Lagoon in Humboldt County, I saw rather a large man in a ghillie suit standing chest deep in the water, partially obscured by reeds. When I saw him, I recalled how as a child, I’d seen an elk swimming, head and antlers … Continue reading Non-believer
“California’s idea of dining-in is eating outside,” I kept thinking each time seeing a restaurant serving guests in their table, chair and tent-covered parking lots. It was stated in jest and mostly in my head. Having said it once to my wife was enough after she told me to ‘knock it off,’ which I did. … Continue reading A Foodie’s Fantasy
July 2020 has been a rough month, as a number of friends and acquaintances have died. On July 3, Dorothy Chubbuck passed away in Roseburg, Oregon. She was what we kids called a ‘track mother.’ Her son, David and I ran track when we were in high school and this is how I came to … Continue reading Four Passings in July
Five words at a time. Pounded out in short sentences. Staccato, pointed, sharp, and quick. If you think it’s hard. Then you think too hard. It’s about language and control. Hold back on the emotion. Grasp each word in perfection. Going home is not easy. Seeing home decaying is harder. It is time for goodbye. … Continue reading Five Word Sentences
Pencil and watercolor, 8 x 11 1/2
It was as if I had 'an itch that I couldn’t scratch.' How many times have I heard that, said this, thinking I knew what it meant. Today I learned, as I scrambled out of the house, half-wild and needy, heading into the lower hills jus’ to the west of us for some quiet time … Continue reading Beautiful Defacement
In recent days, and every since the Internet decided to celebrate Ernest Hemingway’s birthday, I’ve seen several articles detailing how his suicide was the final outcome of a man dealing with a sexual identity crisis. A number of scholars are citing letter that he wrote over the years to his many wives. It makes me … Continue reading Debating Ernie’s Sexual ID
“You are so accident prone,” my wife says. “No, I’m not,” I reply, “I jus’ move so fast at times that I become clumsy.” “If you say so,” she smiles sweetly, “But I’ve never seen you move fast once.” “Pffts,” I press through my tightly pursed lips. The injuries, though not severe, take a toll … Continue reading Injurious
Overheard while social distancing: "They oughta call COVID-19 'the common core virus.'" "Why's that?" "Nothings adding up."
Early morning dialog. “I have been off work because I won't wear a mask, so I took a job as watchman for a logging outfit,” he said, “I am getting paid to camp out. You never know what life will bring. Good place and job to get my guns sighted in.” “That is so cool,” … Continue reading Fire Tower Talk
Work, work, work. Been out in the garage busting through drywall in order to put in a new electrical outlet. I don’t get to do the work as Mary has someone she’s had do work at her old job, coming out to install it. Ain’t gonna see me crying about not having to do extra … Continue reading Drywall, Dirty Wookies and Electrical Storms
So, if we become a cashless society, how will I be able to tip a stripper?
It’s been a strange day for sure. Sat out back for a couple of hours after my son brought over his wife’s childhood friend’s dog, Bailey, for us to sit while they went to Donner Lake for the day. Bailey has not been happy with the arrangement and has been laying at our front door, … Continue reading Visitors, Mopping and Love
I'm wanting to quit reading this book, ‘Big Sur.’ It's hard to invite a man, syllable-by-syllable into your head, then read in his own words, how he is drinking himself into an early grave. Makes me want to break out into a high flying semper fidelity fit. That sounds like a bunch of hypodermic needle … Continue reading At Chapter Twenty-five
Woke to hearing my wife say ‘Happy birthday.’ Made me smile until I remembered how horribly I treated her the day before, having gotten angry over something trivia; the removal and exchange of a blind from one bedroom to the next. I can be a very thoughtless man at times. Sadly, no birthday cards in … Continue reading Birthdays, Burgers and Strikers
With all the unrest in the US, Canadian's must feel like they're living above a meth lab.
True story... “Look at what I found in my book,” Mary said. Half asleep, I rolled over and looked. It was a photograph of our son Kyle, sitting next to Chuck E. Cheese. “Cool,” I said, smiling, as I turned over with the idea of falling back asleep. As I drifted off, my brain suddenly … Continue reading The Rebounding Photograph
1843 hours -- Soon the sunshine will be removed from the sky and replaced by a multifaceted star shine. That is how most days close when there are no clouds in the sky. And I was honored to sit, looking up, seeing the first twinkle from the vast and coming darkness, so my day is … Continue reading Evening Time Journaling
1233 hours -- Sitting in direct sunshine, dry heat of middle day on my freckled back, I find myself quickly exhausted, a sign, perhaps from God Himself, telling me I’m getting old or am already there. I need to be moving, not seated, not at rest, if I’m to remain outside in this summer’s blast, … Continue reading Noon Time Journaling
Try as you might, you can't Febreze all the odor out of bullshit.
we are all human a shard pot, dropped, cracked red is our life glue
0927 hours – Been up over an hour, drinking coffee, trying to clear my head of the ragged dreams from the dark. Listening to my wife’s music selection, from Al Green’s “Let’s Stay Together,” to “Ventura,” by America, and then something by Dave Gates and Bread, followed up with a show tune from 'Jesus Christ … Continue reading Morning Time Journaling
"Yes the cross-sawed redwood log turns into a coal and looks like a City of the Gandharvas or like a western butte at sunset." Jack Kerouac, Big Sur the city burning resin redwood log aglow fire bombing past
Been picking at the idea like one picks at a week old scab, that I should give up writing stories. I don’t drink enough to call myself an alcoholic, through you shake my family tree and several or more would fall out, never spilling a drop, nor am I an addict either to pill or … Continue reading Diary of a Mad Writer
"2020," written by Stephen King, film directed by Quentin Tarantino, and narrated Samuel L. Jackson.
Left my computer for half-an-hour, the god-damned blinking cursor pounding in my eyes giving me a headache. Sat outside for a quarter hour, until it got too hot for me; only 98 and not yet noon. Wonder what it’ll be like by three or four, zenith of the sun and the heat. Wife has me … Continue reading Hand-me-down
Singer Taylor Swift has made a career out of singing about her poor choices in men, and now she wants us to vote for Joe Biden.
It’s been a generation, perhaps two ago, and while I didn’t make a lot of money, I had enough to treat me and Adam to few soda pops and comic books from the Woodland Villa. I was nine, maybe 10-years-old, when I decided to take Dad’s wooden Ronson Shoe Shine Kit down to the Klamath … Continue reading Ronson
The showers ended Sunshine and grass remain Mosquitoes alive
I don't cuss, but I do speak fluent Marine with a hint of trucker, logger and construction worker.
My pillowcase was such a mess and my pillow beneath it so damp, that I had to tumble it in the dryer and wash my case. You see, I’d been crying off-and-on throughout the night and morning while having the same basic dream. Checking all the doors and windows each night before bed, making certain … Continue reading Crying in my Sleep
Payday candy bars should change its name because it's offensive to people who refuse to work.
Awoke early this morning wondering: “If God were to write the opening paragraph to my biography, what would He have to say?” Fell back to sleep with this still on my mind. When I woke again, the thought remained. It hung with me while mowing the lawn, then like a bolt outta the blue, this … Continue reading Author and Perfecter
Ask me about my attention deficit disorder or pie or my dog, a cat. I have a bike. Do you like TV? I saw a rock. Hi.
reach out, reach out with hope in your heart and you will never walk alone
For the second time in as many weeks, I woke up a 2:23 am, first on a Monday, then this morning, a Saturday. I could easily assign some strange interpretation to this because I was born at 2:23 am, three minutes after my twin, who did not survive entry. But I won’t. I’m jus’ letting … Continue reading Two-twenty-three
The trip to the north coast of California is a long one, at least eight-hours, if you stay within the speed limit. Ham Piper knew this, but after several cups of coffee and getting stuck behind a slow moving log truck and two RV ‘wienie-wagons,’ he found he had to stop for a pee. He’d … Continue reading Born Again
This is day 115 of social distancing, face-masks and self-quarantining and a lengthy week of minor set-backs. It started last Friday with my son and daughter-in-law’s vehicle breaking down jus’ over the Nevada-California stateline as they were heading for a visit to her family in the So-Cal area. Two motor belts and a radiator later, at … Continue reading Set-Backs
Last night our neighbor came home drunk. He stood at his door banging on it for over five-minutes. Problem is that he lives alone. So I finally went over and told him he wasn't home. He left.
This is convicted terrorist Susan Rosenburg. She sits on the Board of Directors for the fundraising arm of Black Lives Matter. She was convicted for the 1983 bombing of the United States Capitol Building, the U.S. Naval War College and the New York Patrolmen's Benevolent Association. She was released from prison after serving 16 years … Continue reading Think it’s About Race?
A friend came to me and asked, “What do you think of Kanye West for President?” “Not on your life!” I answer. She frowns at me as if I said something wrong, “What does that mean?” “It means,” I say, a bit too defensively, “Did you see what he and Kim were wearing in that … Continue reading West of West
‘Laziness,’ that’s what I call my current affliction, it the only way I can describe my activity this morning. Nine-twenty and I’m jus’ rolling myself over to get outta bed. Of course, I turned off my alarm before it went off at 8:00 and even before then, I reset it from 7:00. By the time … Continue reading Worthless Words
Not to brag or anything, but I'm very skilled at forgetting what I'm doing -- while doing it.
In defense of alcohol, I've done some pretty stupid stuff while sober, too.
Bought some marijuana-infused toilet paper. My asshole has the munchies now.
A short tale about today's society... Cain thought God was a fruitarian, offering Him what he had grown. “I made you in My image and like you, I eat meat.” Cain was butt-hurt. Then his brother, Abel appeared with his meat offerings. Digging the smoky aroma and that tangy sauce, God blessed Abel while pigging … Continue reading BBQ and Boogie Rock
Bib-over-all's have been a staple in my life for as long as I can recall. As the name implies, they're designed to be worn over top of regular cloths to protect them from getting dirty and torn. It’s rare now, to find someone wearing them as an ‘over-all,' in a work environment. I certain don't … Continue reading Joozers
As I sat on my side of the bed this morning, pulling on my bib-over-all's, I had a sudden flash back to a day, shortly before Grandpa Bill passed away. It was the end of summer, my brother and I were playing in the field next to the house. He was sitting in the shade … Continue reading Simply and Wonderfully
It’s official – I’ve entered my sixtieth July. Don’t know if I should laugh or cry. Gonna take my time writing for the next thirty-one days. And I plan to stick to subjects that are not of the ‘supernatural/horror’ realm. Rather, I wanna touch on things that are of this world, true life, or as … Continue reading Keepin’ it Real
Pencil and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
Pencil and watercolor, 8 x 11 1/2
Told my wife that if she ordered one more thing from Amazon, I'd burn it. She ordered a scented candle.
The children from the apartment complex next door hollered and carried on all Saturday morning and into the late afternoon. The pond behind the old folk’s home had frozen over and was now hard enough to skate on. Annie Clarke sat at her bedroom window, knees tucked beneath a knitted throe and watched, remembering her … Continue reading Snapback
My wife hasn't ordered anything from Amazon in the last couple days, which worried the delivery driver, who knock on our door wanting to know if everything was okay.
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
"I'm all fucked up in the head and no-one understands," he grumbled as he climbed from his truck, "And someone has to pay -- and I don't care who." Drowning in a violent madness, Manly Davis breached the locked front door of the Catholic Church by kicking it in, jus’ as he had learned to … Continue reading The Man from the Wall
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
In both grade and high school they had teased him, called him ‘nerd,’ and at the time, it bothered him. But as a ‘senior,’ as society is want to do, at 60-years-old Rod Westford didn’t care what anyone called him. “Jus’ don’t call me late for dinner,” he often joked. He had married his late … Continue reading Out Boxed
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
Appearing as a smallish, dark spot on the wall in front of her, without her glasses, Edeana Winters couldn’t tell what it was. Then it moved. Spider. And while she didn’t fear of them, she didn’t like them. Her mind raced to a piece of trivia she’d learned years before, ‘We swallow at least nine … Continue reading Nine Spider’s Trivia
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
It's hard knowing that someone I've known since the mid-70's, and who is a year younger than me, has passed away. Dave and I used to run track together and that's where I first met him. We ran for the Del Norte Track Club, run by Dee Sullivan, out of Crescent City as well as … Continue reading David LeVeque, 1961-2020
I'd brood over The Dixie Chicks changing their name to The Chicks, but it seems they've already hatched that one.
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
She asked me to write a romance story... It was the gray largest wolf I had ever seen in my life, the size of a smaller Shetland pony. I only saw it for a couple of seconds, before it disappeared into the wood line ahead of me. Reflecting back on the sighting, I realized something … Continue reading Her
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
The wood shed was visited rarely, was weather beaten and had begun to slide into disrepair. The previous winter rains and spring wind had knocked the old building from its foundation and the process had been made easier by the fact that what was stored in it was stacked away haphazardly. George Nilsen decided to … Continue reading Small Gods of the Shed
It was jus’ a short trip, time-wise, as I wanted to take a few pictures of how Mid-town Reno is coming along after the beginning of the COVID-19 stuff. I hadn’t even turned my camera one when I was yelled at for not wearing a face mask. No wanting the woman and the guy with … Continue reading Little Dust Devil
Malone Davis loved to surf, but he had accepted a job on the morning side of the Sierra, slightly east of Reno, Nevada and had to leave his ocean side home in Santa Barbara, California. Soon though, he discovered wind-surfing. His favorite place had been Lake Tahoe, but it proved crowded and with self-quarantine, social … Continue reading The Wicked in Washoe Lake
Peggy passed away on May 10, 2020. She was born in Crescent City, California on December 13, 1955 to John and Eleanor McMillan. She grew up on the McMillan ranch in Klamath, with sister Kathy and brother Brian. One summer, when she was 15 or 16-years-old, Peggy was our babysitter. Her style was too keep … Continue reading Peggy McMillian, 1955-2020
It was a fair piece of asphalt between Cheyenne to San Francisco and to ride the bus made it the perfect adventure for Jesse Costa. He’d traveled the many by-ways across the good ol' U.S. of A., the same way he was traveling now. Always in the same seat, the ones on the right, jus’ … Continue reading That Big Silver Dog
From now on, Quaker Oats shall be known as Shaquille O'atmeal.
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
“Geezus, I can’t believe that I signed up for this shit,” he whispered into the stock of his gun as he glanced at the shoulder patch bearing the letter's'WW' in black thread on his upper right sleeve shoulder. "I’ve done some stupid fucking things before in my life," recalling how he accepted a dare to … Continue reading Weekend Warriors
If you wear a face mask and glasses at the same time, you are entitled to condensation.
They laid on the plaid blanket in each others arms, watching the distant stars above and enjoying the warm summer evening. The only sound to be heard in the darkening night, was that of the Whipper-Will’s call. “I can’t believe how perfect we are together,” she said, stroking the side of his bearded face. “Me … Continue reading Summer Love
If Betty White changes her last name, I'm done...
Juneteenth? I thought it was 'Black Friday.'
After watching how some people wear their masks, I now understand why contraception fails.
The narrow dirt streets, between the brown and towering chimney-like housing, were very quiet this morning, absent the odor of the combustion motored vehicles and the sound of the mechanical gear-shifting and handlebar bells of the hundreds of bicycles, but 11-year-old Xi Yang paid no attention to this. Nor did he think much about the … Continue reading Grub
Judy took her dog to the park to run and play, burn off some energy so that he might sleep the whole night through. ‘Ralph,’ was named after a cartoon television sheep herding dog that he didn’t resemble in the least. At the park, he raced back and forth and wrestled and rolled with the … Continue reading Ralph the Mouth