Without spilling names, I had two incidents involving the spirit world and one involving the Holy Spirit. I'll discuss them in order of occurrence. While seated in a Virginia City, Nev., bar, I saw a man in what I believed to be a black trench coat on the far side of the saloon. The next … Continue reading Those Hot August Spirits
Standing at my office window, I could do little but watch as the situation moved from bad to worse. By the time I grabbed my first-out bag and made it to the scene in front of my house, it was nearly over. He had fallen on his back when I rushed from the room. By … Continue reading Dog-gone Accident
Acrylic and ink, 11 1/2 × 14 inches
I spent my morning trying to help my wife understand why people do not live up to the promises. She worked for a married couple for thirty years, managing their business. Back then, she could ask for help with minor home improvement projects and get all the help she needed as one of the business … Continue reading Why I Like Dogs Better Than Most People
During this past week, as we lived through heavy bouts of thick wildfire smoke in Northern Nevada, I watched people wearing masks choke on the odor. Their masking-up did them no good, physically. Logic suggests that if they could smell the smoke, they were breathing in and choking on particulates. Now, the average size of … Continue reading Science Can Mask-off!
It has been very hard to sit and write today. My mind is elsewhere, unfortunately. So I am falling back on an old process I used back in the day, writing whatever comes to mind in five minutes. And I don't worry about grammar, spelling, or punctuation. I won't be going that long. Anyway, I … Continue reading Another Worthless Post
Independence weekend began with a plume of smoke. A wildfire that the forest service called the Beckwourth Complex. Soon the Tamarack and the Dixie Fires followed. Each new blaze brought even more smoke into the valley. Eventually, the haze grew so thick that he could no longer see the homes across the street. Not even … Continue reading Smoke
My Cousin Elmo says, "My high school was so poor that they taught sex education and drivers-ed in the same car."
She pulled into the parking spot and sent me inside the store to buy some condoms. I could not believe my luck on this full-moon night. I looked back at her to make sure she was real. As I passed through the doorway, I felt a sudden wave of nausea overcome me. Perhaps I was … Continue reading Endless
Acrylic and ink, 11 x 14 inches, canvas
Children were born, grew up, and moved away. When they returned to visit, they often exclaimed how the old man had not seemed to age since their long-ago childhoods. One morning, some early risers, out for a walk, discovered him lying in his front yard. Soon the police arrived, and we watched as they carried … Continue reading Death of the Gardener
Watercolor and ink, 9 x 11 inches
Yes, I know about the podcast Tanis, and no, I do not know what it is about and nor do I intend to listen to find out. Because of the podcast, I had to double-check whether Where is Tanis? was written by someone else or not. So far, Jack Parson does appear to be the author. … Continue reading About Those Flying Stegosauruses
My Cousin Elmo says, "I jus' figured out that ghosts are people who died while trying to fold a fitted sheet."
Finn and I were celebrating our final night of summer freedom at the line shack. Earlier in the day, we had helped count and load all the cattle the two of us had gathered over the last two and a half months. "George," Finn said, "I'm glad you held back on the good stuff." He … Continue reading Nameless
My Cousin Elmo says, "Before sitting on the floor, have a plan on how to get off the floor."
Their day began as it always had, sunny and bright. By late noon though, that brightness had given way to a heavy gloom, dark clouds, thundershowers, and cold. As few had paid note to its beginning, fewer paid heed to its ending. The Morning God has passed away, and now general darkness set in. Still, … Continue reading Death of the Morning God
Usually, when researching, one tends to narrow down sources. However, I found two more persons of interest and must cover each as each relates to Tanis. I'm starting with John T. Reid. Reid was a mining engineer who grew up in Lovelock, Nevada. Not only did he find the petrified shoe print, but he also … Continue reading Redheads and Runners
After speaking with a Shoshoni elder about Tanis, she talked with a Paiute elder. Together, they put me on to the name Dr. W.H. Ballou. According to The Journal of Wild Mushrooms, William Hosea Ballou was no stranger to incorrect opinions. In his 2007 article, Leon Shernoff further writes: "Of his cockamamie opinions that made … Continue reading Nevada’s Petrified Shoe Sole
Watercolor and ink, 9 x 11 inches
My Cousin Elmo says, "I used to talk to myself all the time, but we had a fight, so we hardly speak anymore."
A friend, who knows I enjoy pulp literature and history, sent me this short story, "Where is Tanis?" by Jack Parsons. She also knows that my Uncle Orville Harrison worked on the Saturn V rocket project and knew Parsons. Uncle Orville worked in the Spanish Springs area of Nevada during the rocket testing phase. I … Continue reading Between Reality and Fantasy
Watercolor and ink, 9 x 12 inches
My Cousin Elmo says, "The inventor of 'auto-correct' has died. Their funeral is tomato."
Two notarized affidavits have been file again requesting an audit of the 2020 presidential election, including one in Lyon County. The filings follow an official notice of maladministration served on Monday, June 7, to the office of Gov. Steve Sisolak, demanding a full forensic audit of the 2020 election. Secretary of State Barbara Cegavske's office, … Continue reading Lyon County Rejects Affidavit Requesting 2020 Election Audit
My Cousin Elmo says, "Leave the vaccine, take the vacation."
"I'm sorry," the nurse said. "What?" Jim repeated himself, "I have a bug up my ass." "Well, sir, you need to calm down so I can get some information from you." "I can't calm down, he said a third time, "I have a bug up my ass." The nurse pushed a series of numbers on … Continue reading Bug Up the Ass
The U.S. Postal Service is running a covert operation called Internet Covert Operations Program (iCop,) which tracks and collects social media posts. Using Clearview AI's facial recognition database and Zignal Labs' real-time keyword search software, investigators look for what documents describe as “inflammatory” postings. Then that information is shared with other government agencies. “Analysts with … Continue reading Welcome to iCOP
Watercolor, acrylic, and ink, 9 x 12 inches
"NV Energy is urging its electric customers in both northern and southern Nevada to conserve electricity today and tomorrow between 6 and 9 p.m. in order to offset energy supply issues caused by record-breaking heat and wildfires affecting electric transmission lines throughout the western United States," reads the press release. It goes on to offer … Continue reading The Newest Member of the Third-World
My Cousin Elmo says, "It's July and over 100 degrees, so Walmart should be putting the Christmas stuff out any day now."
A Washoe County, Nevada, School District counselor is in jail for possessing child pornography. Investigators found more than 250 suspected images and videos of child pornography in emails and electronic devices that Tyler Quinn Ball-Imdahl, 26, owned. If guilty, he deserves everything that the justice system throws at him. However, I cannot tell which is … Continue reading The Story within the Story
In a better world, Jamison would not have been 'off.' But a traumatic brain injury received in Iraq had brought him to this point in his life if life is what one could call it. When it began, he couldn't remember. All Jamison knew was that hiding under the brilliant white sheet made him feel … Continue reading Sheetless
The white-washed hallway stank of antiseptic. Despite the overpowering stench, Owen could also smell the metallic odor of blood beneath the facade of cleanliness. Ahead of him was a double door, and Owen had an idea of the sort of horror he might find beyond it. When he reached the door and opened it, he … Continue reading Willie Pete
It was a simple three-story one-room walk-up with a small interior bathroom. Terry Sutherland had lived there for nearly a decade. He was comfortable with his batting-stuffed bed, an oversized wingback chair, a few old books, and an antique clock. He did not have a kitchen in his room. Terry's life was simple. His clothes … Continue reading By the Minute
My Cousin Elmo says, "If I had a dollar bill for every woman who found me unattractive, I'd have enough money that every woman would find me attractive."
Watercolor and ink, 9 x 12 inches.
Not once have I posted a story to this blog about an unknown person, save for a historical figure. However, while researching a news article for Dayton, Nev., I found this obituary from Fort Dodge, Iowa, newspaper, "The Messenger." I decided to only post a snippet of the obituary before I quickly don't explain why … Continue reading Moved by Unknown Reason
"You're the rudest motherfucker ever," Mr. Black said to Mr. Pink. "Why?" Pink asked, "Because I said what everyone was think, but didn't have the guts to say?" They were sitting outside, talking, enjoying beers, the night filled with glittering stars and a waning half-moon. It was Mr. Green that started the conversation. "Have any … Continue reading Merchant of the First Guild
Icarus' cause of death was always a lie. He did not die flying too close to the sun. Icarus was shot out of the sky. His frightened death-screams long faded. An ambitious dreamer dashed violently to the ground. His drifting feathers meant to frighten us. Icarus' murder is a powerful message: Dreams have a power … Continue reading Daedalus’ False Account
Daily, I earned slightly enough to buy groceries in the evening. Each day went by quickly. But now it was October and getting much colder in the nights. The family next to my tent had a woodstove. I had nothing, and besides my tent and what was in it. Bitterly I decided to leave. Soon … Continue reading In the Earth, pt. 4
When the sun grew high and the day too hot, we trudged to the end of the field. There we unloaded our burden and picked up my day's wage. Back across the highway, I borrowed a bicycle and rode to a mom-and-pop grocery store. I bought cans of Spam, Ravioli's, baloney, bread, instant coffee, and … Continue reading In the Earth, pt. 3
In the morning, I got up, washed, and took a walk around the place because the work had not begun. That night I went to bed in the sweet night air beneath a dewy tent. Three days and nights: no work, little food, warm beers, all freely given to me by others in the same … Continue reading In the Earth, pt. 2