Let me start off by saying that I had NO culpability in this tale. I know that is rare when I or my actions are usually front and center in most of the crazy stories I tell from my life. Not this time though. I was just an observer. BTW, this story was voted on by my readers as the one they wanted to hear next. The vote actually ended up being a tie between this story and another one,…
I’ve decided to let the readers decide which post I’ll make next. Also, I just figured out how to do this poll stuff so I wanted to show off my ever increasing blog super powers. I’ll leave the poll open for a few days and abide by the results. You can also drop a comment and let me know why you made that choice. So make your choice. DO IT NOW! Sorry, that seemed a little pushy. PLEASE, DO IT…
This is not going to be much of a post. I’m trying to concentrate on finishing my novel. With a title like the one up there you would think I would be paying tribute to the great band of the same name. While they were one of my favorite bands in the 80’s and I was sad to hear about the passing of lead singer Rick Ocasek last fall, this is not a post about them. If you frequent Facebook…
I know I’ve told a few jokes about what’s going to kill me first in this time of COVID-19 quarantine, the virus, or my wife from us both working from home. Actually, we have been getting along splendidly. We’ve been hanging out watching movies, cooking meals, and playing a lot of board games. We even have been getting some good work done on the yard, not that anyone can get close enough to see it. Even though I already worked…
Ever heard someone utter that line? I always thought that was just a metaphor. You can’t actually be high on life can you? Something happened last weekend that’s making me rethink that. I belong to a backpacking group on Facebook and we were all discussing our consternation about not being able to get out on the trails due to COVID-19. A plan came together for the weekend to go camping in our backyards or living rooms if you don’t have…
When we last left our intrepid sailor he was trapped in a spooky old elevator at a hotel on Martinique island during a hurricane. Halfway between the first and second floor all the lights in the elevator went out! The elevator came to a stop and there I was in darkness. What was I going to do? There certainly wasn’t an emergency phone in this ancient elevator. I didn’t know if power to the hotel had been knocked out by…
Do you remember where you were during Hurricane Hortense in 1996? Probably not, since that storm never made landfall in the continental U.S. I, however, was not in the continental U.S. in September of 1996 and I remember that bitch well. I was in the Navy and serving a shore duty tour at the Fleet Technical Support Center in Mayport, FL. As a radar technician it was my job to go to ships that had broken gear and help fix…
For the backstory on this series of posts see here. My sixth post in this series. Only 636 more to go. If the world ends due to mass corona virus hysteria it will give me an excuse for not finishing this self appointed assignment in my lifetime. OK, randomly flipping the page… to this one! Your worst experience on an airplane. Oh man, as someone who has done A LOT of traveling for my job, I have a plethora of experiences…
No, there can be more, swords that is. Fair warning. This one is probably going to be boring for some of you. ‘Nuff said. We recently had some plumbing issues (no it’s not a plumbing story) and while the plumber was here he commented on some swords I had hanging on my walls. I am an amateur sword collector. Amateur being the keyword there as I don’t have any thousand year old swords that have been folded 200 times or…
I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wearA nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me,But only God can make a tree. By Joyce Kilmer We had to…