Nothing much had changed from the years I’d actually been in the military. Going out at night, ‘taking a walk’ beyond the safety of the perimeter, the corpsman handed out pills meant to keep everyone alert. Now, like then, I never found the need for them. The smallest noise not recognized would amp me up…

cloth mask on my face protects me from Covid death my feet are cold

Thousands of employees in Nevada lost their jobs when businesses shut down mid-March. While most other industries have been able to resume some level of operations, Gov. Steve Sisolak has indicated that the state’s brothels are “not on his radar” to reopen. Services allowing physical contact around the state have been allowed to resume service,…

“Who would be calling at two in the morning?” his wife hissed as she reached for the phone. Awake now, he listened. “What?!” she exclaimed. “How should I know – we live 400 miles away from the ocean!” She slammed down the phone. “Who was that?” her husband asked. “Some woman,” she answered. “Well, what…

The Blonde started crying after the doctor told her she was going to have twins. He tried to console her asking, “Are you not happy about having twins?” “It’s not that,” she answered. “It’s that I don’t know who the second father is.”

They bravely approached the rickety old card table like they owned the place. As mice, I am supposing that they really did own it, as no one, I am told, had visited their dark, dungeon-like world in three or four years and that’s generations to a common field or church mouse. At first I didn’t…

There are all sorts of ‘Do Not Disturb’ signs, but not one that reads ‘Already Disturbed.’

“Down the hall and to the left, that door,” she pointed as she escorted me to the ‘stack,’ her term for where all the old newspapers and magazines lay unmolested. Anywhere else, am certain, it would be called the ‘morgue,’ the place where old, dead newspapers are left, numerically cataloged to die in pieces, and…

The hum of the steel-belted radials on the gray gravel ribbon of highway and vibrations from my trucks engine are still with me as I easy myself back onto my bed. Two-hundred-ninety miles two ways, two overnights and it is good to be back home again. It’s amazing the length that I have to go…

Me: “Lord, why do I keep seeing stupid people?” The Lord: “Because you keep staring in the mirror.”