I want to feel Jung again — oops that was a Freudian slip.

Klamath, California is where I grew up and it’s constantly being confused with Klamath Falls, Oregon. Dad work for the federal government, Mom for a local tourist attraction and with four kids, money was always tight. We never had a fast-food place like McDonald’s, Burger King or Taco Bell. Fast food was a bologna or…

“Happened again,” a Corporal to my left whispered. “What?” I asked. Someone answered, “Skipper got us lost again, Doc.” “Oh.” We’re on night patrol, maybe two clicks north and west of our fire base. The scuttlebutt is that we were outside the wire to ‘chase our tail,’ meaning we are out here to impress some…

Sure, it was full moon, but not every monster in the underworld was out making mayhem and sowing fear. Werewolf wasn’t interested in blood, guts or gore, knowing it would harsh his mellow. Instead he was hanging out waiting for some excitement to pass his way, getting high and feeling the munchies coming on. Then…

It’s amazing how things work out: today’s the 22nd anniversary of my mother’s passing and yes, even after all this time, I still miss her. My plan for the day was the same as most others, do some writing and editing of stories I have prepared for future postings. But as the the saying goes:…

Robbie was the neighborhood bully and everyone either shied away or joined him. Either way, they did what they did out of fear for their safety. Maggie was the new girl to the area and she had only one real run in with Robbie. He’d pushed her down, then laughed, challenging her to do something…

Being single is better than being lied too, cheated on, and disrespected. Thank goodness I’m not married to Congress.

As he stood by the side of his truck, gassing up, he noticed a woman squatting by the ice machine. She looked tired, was dirty and down on her luck. She leaned on a large metal framed backpack. Finish at the pump, he walked over, “Can I get you a soda, coffee, something to eat?”…

Your religious? I prefer pedestrian, Walking in belief.

As he turned off his computer, he chuckled at the attempt in humor of the story about the boy trying to solve a murder only to find out it is fiction story written by Stephen King. He got up and crossed the hallway, got undress and laid down on his bed. Sleep found him quickly.…