Monday, January 7, 2019
First publication for 2019.
The San Diego Reader accepts my story on the San Diego Ridesharing Lot closure at the San Diego airport.
Saturday, January 5, 2019
The First Fans are aware that, the past Christmas and New Year I was...damaged goods. A lack of sight following surgery inhibited my reading, and my writing. The damage caused by a childhood is now starting to catch up with the adult me.
Rest assure, that as of today, with the partial return of sight, the road to recovery is improving.
Still damaged goods, with a slight repair.
Welcome to XXMVIII.
Sunday, December 23, 2018
Christmas in Chesterfield Inlet again.
From the troops.
From the home.
Merry Christmas to the readers and the stalkers.
Saturday, December 15, 2018
Demons can come in all shapes and forms. For some, it's nightmares creating the sensation in their sleep. For others, it's a fear of depths
For me, it's returning to a land that is unfamiliar. Unfamiliar as I still call the place my homeland.
People I no longer recognize, places I no longer identify with, roads that did not exist. Feelings long swept away come rushing back with the only familiar demon I recognize.
The water. The surf. The river. And the bay.
168 hours is not enough.I shall need to return for less glorious reasons, but for this nightmare, 168 hours was more than enough time for the Demon On Arrival.
Sunday, December 2, 2018
All writers abhor going home.
For some, it's a case of not having achieved enough. For others, it's a case of facing the music on what they have achieved.
For I, it's facing the demons.
I have looked at photographs and not recognized my hometown. I have examined a map and not know locations. I have emailed others, to be greeted by non response.
The demons are awaiting my arrival.
Thursday, November 22, 2018
Thanksgiving is upon us, and shortly, Christmas. Between the two is my father's birthday.
I am grateful for my Father's health, that I have one more opportunity to be with him on his birthday. Dad was away on Exercise with the Army while I was growing up, that I rarely shared his, or my, birthday with him.
As my daughters were growing up, I made it a point. Being so far away from own grandparents growing up, I never saw them either.
Now that I live 7752 miles from my father, it's not such a simple task to drop by. It's certainly a lot further than my Grandparents ever traveled to see me.
Not everyone gets "one last time" to go home.
Saturday, November 3, 2018
Halloween is over. There is even a house a couple of streets away from me that has their Christmas lights up.
I neither decorated for Halloween, nor handed out any candy. The house was dark and I didn't participate.
I may not participate either in Thanksgiving or in Christmas this year.
Thanksgiving is a time of family coming together. Christmas is a time of good will to all. In a moment of enlightenment, this will be the first holiday season that I will not know where my children are.
My traditional holiday destination of Chesterfield Inlet is looking colder, this year.