An image of a vintage spinning reel was still fresh in my mind this morning, full of the detail that only meaningful dreams can bring. Wired to a brown pegboard, it was as if the piece of fishing gear was part of a sales display you might see in an old General Store, the year […]
Continue reading →A stone will only have a purpose when someone picks it up and uses it for something, like a bludgeon. I wish someone would pick me up and use me for something. The stone, on the other hand, sees no difference.
Continue reading →Up close to the fire ring I moved the last of the rocks into place. After four or five beers I felt like royalty and the work went easy. Shaped from boulders I found around the campsite, what I’d made looked like a stone age La-Z-Boy, armrests and all, straight out of the Flintstones. By […]
Continue reading →I was a cyclist, and my engine was big. As I rode, I imagined this motor a diesel and could go for many miles at a steady clip as long as I kept it stoked with clean fuel to burn. My legs were strong too, at least in a narrow rotational sense. I’d learn later […]
Continue reading →Seven hundred miles on a motorbike has a way of taking the fight out of even the most ardent germophobe, so I twisted the throttle and sped toward the weak lights of the hotel up ahead. A dim-lit sign above the marquee read $39.99, which looked like a deal to my road-weary eyes. And though […]
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Why do we do it? Why do we willingly Forge this strong bond With something that we know won’t last? It’s those good times. That companionship that Outweighs all the turds on the floor, All the skunk sprays, All the vet bills. And this sad day we know will inevitably come. It’s the cock-headed looks. […]
Continue reading →A Rough Start to a Long Career My first trad gear purchase was a nut so small it appeared, to these virgin eyes, to be strung with no more than a Les Paul little E. “Would you like to see something?” asked the clerk from behind the register. “May I see that little nut?” I […]
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“Park here, head down the creek, and you’ll find it–no sweat,” he said. I did–there was some sweat. But boy was it worth it! Eight ‘bows and a brookie. The brookie was alone in the still, backwater. I was in full-on stealth mode with the rod behind my back, on my hands and knees until […]
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In this dialog, I took three things that three different people wrote on a “Before I die wall” a couple of years ago at the Millpond Music Festival and tried to bring them together in a little story. Three wishes “What do you want to do before you die?” “I don’t know—that’s pretty heavy for […]
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What if I said, I’ve created an app? I call it Timeline. It’s a life planner of sorts that seeks to make you aware of the time you have left in the land of the living so that you may plan the use of that time appropriately…even if it’s just a few seconds. To get […]
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