• My Second Letter to Trump

    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…

  • A Boy and His Cleats

    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.…

  • Pixy Dust and Permit Fees

    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…

  • Going Fishing at Sea World

    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…

  • The Frog’s Sharp Claws

    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,…

  • Warning Signs

    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…

  • The Helping of Im Chan Sik

    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…

  • HeadSpace

    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,…

  • What’s the Meaning of All This?

    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…

  • If She Had Found Him

    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…