It was about this time 20-years ago that my wife awoke me so I could get ready for my overnight shift at KOZZ. When she did, she also told me that Princess Diana had been killed in a car crash. At midnight September 1, I went on air, and all through the morning I gave … Continue reading Remembering the People’s Princess
The trio had been together since primary school in Ontario, Canada until Jorda decided to get her green card and move to Northern California. And finally, after two and a half years of being apart, Colleen and Theresa were going to visit her. Once united, the three young women planned to drive to San Diego … Continue reading Three-times ‘Round
Recently I posted a comment to the Daily Triplicate under a photo they had posted to their FB page that was of a blaze in Lolo, Montana and not of Brookings as some folks were claiming. It should have been a secondary item as the Shaker Church in Smith River had jus' burned down earlier … Continue reading Missing the Social Media Mark
Having survived his drunken attempt to get a whore he only knew by sight to marry him, Cheese decided to drag Mack downtown to see the American Legion parade. It was a nice walk for a hot Saturday morning as the pair made their way from the Jungle to Main Street, where all the action … Continue reading The Veteran and the Protester
"Why are you getting dressed for work?" I asked Mary after she got out of the shower. She gave me a puzzled look, "Because I have to go in and open the store." "On a Sunday?" I asked with some concern in my voice, adding, "Since when did you make that change?" "Tom," my wife … Continue reading What Day is It, Really?
Right or wrong...houses of worship are generally relegated to a secondary role in disaster situations. The reason being is that they must sign an agreement with their local municipalities that says they will not take in disaster victims until the municipalities primary facilities are filled to capacity. It's done this way so that the municipalities … Continue reading Caught Between What’s Right and Regulation
We sat quietly, hidden in the shadows of the room, accessing our situation; the two of us hoping and praying that reinforcements would arrive by the end of the day. It had been a battle alright, but not much in the way of a fight. “How long do you think we can hold out, Chief?” … Continue reading The Struggle is Real
‘Lucky’ was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. On the other hand, I was born with a wooden stick between my gums and several slivers to boot. That’s the way it has always been. I’m not ‘Lucky’ and I don’t have a swell nickname either. If I’d been given one, it would probably … Continue reading Following ‘Lucky’
“Don’t be mad at her,” Mary cautioned, “after all, she’s an old dog and it was an accident.” “I know, I know, and I’m not mad at her,” I answered though she hadn't asked a question. Mary turned on her bedside light right after I had turned my light off. I’d been up about ten … Continue reading Conversation at Two in the Morning
You know the ‘fake news’ situation has gotten out of hand when local politicians start claiming what is supposedly happening nationally, is 'actually' happening locally. It began after the progressive rag ‘USA Today,’ claimed they had an exclusive: “Secret Service depletes funds to pay agents because of Trump's frequent travel, large family." Next CNN picked … Continue reading Fake News Coming Close to Home
Folks of the desert region knew Pacey to be a ornery cuss; truth was he didn’t have much use for people. He only came to any ‘over-growed spot,’ to fetch supplies or ‘wet his pipes.’ On this cold, sleet-filled night, Pacey came to town to do both. He knew the saloon would be full of … Continue reading To Sit Fireside
God’s timing so great, humor harsh, humor true: First time since childhood Millennial's see the sky above. Only matters be far worse: The Godless, their prattled-hype Create mass-delusion, As nation stopped, Faces skyward turned -- Stunned by nature's beauty. Truth shines beyond the moon shadow focus: Our Creator is cast aside once again, By our … Continue reading Eclipsed
Each Monday morning I try to remember to weigh myself. Yesterday, my wife caught me standing on our scale while sucking in my stomach. “You know Tom, that won’t help you,” she chuckled at the sight. “Oh it helps me more than you know,” I responded, “in fact, it’s the only way I can see … Continue reading Monday Morning Weigh-in
It always amazed me how Mom could go from screaming lunatic to a polite woman in the world when pissed at us kids and having to answer the telephone at the same time. As telephone become less frequent in households, being replaced by the cellphone, I figured it was an art-form that would soon be … Continue reading The Polite Lunatic in the Car Over
It's always amazing when God speaks to me. He doesn’t use words per se, like you and I do when we talk to one another, rather He finds some way to communicate that I need to be open to at the time. For instance, last year I planned to go into downtown Reno, Nevada and take … Continue reading Listening to That Still Voice
Fall is upon us, Leaves scattered on ground. The rake remains lonely.
Life is a circle and it isn't all that hard to understand. But jus' in case, let me break it down for you. The cockroach is afraid of the mouse. The mouse fears the cat. The cat's scared of the dog. The dog's frightened of the man. The man dreads the woman. And the woman -- … Continue reading Fitting In
At times I get angry, Forgetting myself, others. Hurting people’s feelings, Including family, friends, Don’t take it personal. At times I get angry, Forgetting myself, others. I am jus' venting hard, At the darkness beyond the light, From our campfire’s circle.
Fighting off the wolf, Fend off coyote, Predators wild, High range varmints. But as we kill them, A bigger threat Works into us. Suit, tie, promises. One kills wildlife, The other slaughters Liberty, life, us. Domination! Of nature’s wolf, Maybe crafty coyote, Will be survivors -- We return to dust. Listen: wolf howls, And coyote … Continue reading Bigger Threat
This is a letter I wrote today to Presodent Donald Trump about how the Bundy trial is being conducted by Judge Gloria Navarro in Las Vegas, Nevada... President Donald J. Trump 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue Washington D.C. 20500 August 15, 2017 Dear Mr. President: Federal Judge Gloria Navarro, a Harry Reid nominee and a Barack Obama … Continue reading My Second Letter to Trump
As laid in bed last night, I asked God to send me a story as I was out of words. I had forgotten about that little self-serving prayer as I sat on my front porch and enjoyed an early morning cup of coffee. From somewhere up the street came a girl and her younger brother. … Continue reading A Boy and His Cleats
It jus’ goes to show you that if you give a person a colorful shirt and a fancy lanyard with a special ID, you have the makings of a fascist. In years past, because I don’t generally attend Hot August Nights (HAN) events, I don’t get to witness the behavior of the organization's volunteers. A … Continue reading Pixy Dust and Permit Fees
When it comes to a sense of humor, my son didn’t fall very far from the tree as his father. The only real difference is that while I'm more 'off the cuff,' Kyle is more 'thoughtful,' in his approach. As Kyle was growing up, we’d go to the San Diego, California area to visit his … Continue reading Going Fishing at Sea World
No, this isn’t going to be a tale about an amphibious croaker, this is about a piece of brass with a number of very sharp two-penny nail (2d) sized pins standing upright on a pedestal. Mom owned a number of these and when not in use, she kept them under the kitchen sink. One afternoon, … Continue reading The Frog’s Sharp Claws
Yesterday, I got to talking with my neighbor who is into working out. She likes to run and lift weights on alternating days. The conversation got around to me asking, “So, how do you know when you’ve pushed yourself too far?” “Well, there are three things I consider warning signs,” she answered. “A pain that … Continue reading Warning Signs
A couple of months back I was searching through box after box for my dad’s military records. At one point I had them all in one place – unfortunately life happened and now they are either scattered amid various file boxes or simply lost, existing no more. The reason I was looking for these records … Continue reading The Helping of Im Chan Sik
If it wasn’t for the fact that he was alive, there would be nothing remarkable about Sid Fieldman. By any other standard, he would be considered a medical miracle and both a scientific and technological success but it was the year 2081 – so very little was remarkable any more. At 121 years of age, … Continue reading HeadSpace
Once again I had a night-terror (NT) and once again I was in a fight for my life. This one though was far different from any other I’ve had. This NT included petrified corpses in uniform stuck in the branches of trees that I had to run by and beneath to escape whatever was chasing … Continue reading What’s the Meaning of All This?
To claim I was a well-behaved child would be a lie. I was more like Huck Finn to Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer, if anything. During my high school years, I skipped classes so much that I nearly failed to graduate. Only twice did I ever skip school though by staying home and pretending to catch … Continue reading If She Had Found Him
The other night I was watching a TV crime drama when they showed the suspect using an actual fully enclosed telephone booth. The sight of it seemed so quaint to the reality of today. Recently I learned that while telephone booths are few and far between, an artist is using them in New York City … Continue reading Telephone Booth
Sleep doesn’t come Light goes off Brain comes on. Thoughts rush me Stampede unending Why the unquiet? Never an answer Ignored by flood That scatters’ me. Remaining in bed Recalling the day Tamale too many.
There are days, even weeks where I don’t write a single word worth public consumption. Then there are hours within a day that I can’t turn the spigot off and I write several pieces that I believe are all worth being read. On the day's I claim not to write -- I really do -- … Continue reading A Post on Over-Posting
Drama – it probably means something else to you than it does for me; to wit: you might think of a stage play as I think too much emotional bullshit. As I’ve grown older, I have learned to avoid what I think of as drama. When I was younger, not so much, but they say … Continue reading This Minimalist’s Drama
We have the makings of another scorcher in Spanish Springs, Nevada, today. It’s not even noon and it’s already nearing 100-degrees in the shade of my front porch. That means it isn’t a good day to leave your pets locked outside without shade or plenty of water. Further, it’s not a day to leave them … Continue reading Death by Government Regulation