Working for a living
I’ve already written my obituary – it’s a somewhat whimsical glance of the passage of time I’ve seen. Much of it is surrounded by the...
I still have a bit of the Boy Scout left in me.
I try to do a good deed daily, and I’m pretty specific in my endeavors. I try to simply make one stranger smile every day. Granted,...
Crisis
It was the middle of the night and all I saw was confusion. My tentmate was awake and frantically packing his gear. As he started...
Hitchin’ a Ride
I was a semi-professional hitchhiker for many years, and I guess the only thing that stopped me from going full on pro was Charlie...
Friendship
What price can you place on the moments etched so deeply into your mind by the people who helped make who you are today? It was the...
Rain
When I was a kid, spring rains were a treat. The warm gentle pitter patter was refreshing and invigorating, even though neither adjective...
The Vacation Begins
(Author’s note: This is a verbatim transcript from a written journal I kept on a vacation {circa 1982-86}. Aside from a few punctuation...
Hell on wheels
I am certain most of us have been stuck in a hellish job at some point in our lives. Whether it was the type of work, the people we...
Me and The Mafia
Anyone raised in Northeastern Pennsylvania (NEPA) in the 50’s has at least a passing recognition of the name Russel Bufalino. When I was...
Sunshine
Ric and I were in the 14th hour of trying to shake off some really bad acid. A little strychnine is hallucinogenic, a lot is, well, just...
A History with Hawks
Hawks have been following me around since the 1970’s. My first experience occurred in the nearby farming town of Mecca. I had set up my...