Time For a New Reader’s Challenge I received some amazing and energetic comments on my last blog piece: She loves to play miniature golf, published 9/12/2026. Interestingly, several readers have commented that they want to know how the story continues, especially after the last line tickled their spines a little. While it is true, I could finish it if I wanted, instead, I am going to ask my readers Read More

She does like to drive the ball hard on a real driving range on occasion, releasing some pent-up frustration from the week and has been known to play 18 holes on a regular course, and is known as a good putter, that is, if she can get on the green, but her busy life does not allow her to spend four hours smacking the ball around some nice green closely mowed grass onto a mound with a hole in the middle wit Read More

For those of you who are curious souls, the not so young but definitely not old hunk with massive muscles (in my mind’s wishful thinking) that barely fit in the Kayak seat is in fact me. And in fact, since that picture was taken, although you didn’t see my face, my goatee growth just started then and is now proceeding to occupy its’ maximum fluffiness in a few weeks. I will let my readers gue Read More

Thanks to all of you for taking the time to read and ponder a little about the words that I gently and perhaps not so gently plopped down into my humble little blog. I hope there have been occasions when I have been able to transport you to places that you never imagined you have been, but would like to go, or that I have been able to put a smile on your face for just a brief moment at least, and perhaps, to t Read More

I Knew Where Ollie Would Be I remembered back in June, when he led me to the Alpine Haus bar with my concealed Glock, that I had a sixth sense, or what he said was a little more than a sixth sense, but it was obvious that I think, but finally I started to allow myself to feel. Time was running out for him, but he was going to finally give me a little to write about his story. But I didn’t really believe h Read More

So it was my turn to visit, and my friend since Junior High school told me to fly to the state of Washington and visit him on the Hood Canal. I’ve never been to Washington State, and I learned that the Hood Canal is a 68 mile salt water fjord, that is an L-shaped arm of the Puget Sound, sitting between the Olympic Peninsula to the west and the Kitsap Peninsula to the east. It is popular for Kayaking, Read More

Suzy-Q She was alone in the ice cream shop, eating her bowl of cookies and cream Ice cream, and her eyes did not waiver from the black and white notebook she was reading. As usual, men stared, and she ignored them, because this was standard male behavior, and occasionally one of them would muster up the courage to ask for her number and they would strike out, because she was selective with her men, extremel Read More

Carson’s Stream of Consciousness Memory Stick Although a whirlwind of strategically fired words and run-on sentences wound up into a super-shortened stream of consciousness void of proper punctuation may present a danger of jumbling your brain, it may also tickle your gyrating brain cells in a way that feels like you’ve been released into an ethereal world of wonder and exhilaration tempered by the ques Read More

The Lonely Shoe Part Two I looked around, made sure no one was watching —saw no one, except of course for the ever-present security cameras, took a deep breath, puffed out my chest, said to myself what the hell, and picked up the damn brand-new Skecher running shoe. And as soon as I did that, I felt a feeling of dread circling around my brain, like a shark preparing for the kill of a curious seal — r Read More

The Lonely Shoe I was walking into a medical office building and to my left, on a metal bench, sat a single athletic shoe.  I thought that was a strange sight, you know, just a single shoe, all alone, in the middle of a bench, without its’ mate so it could be worn by someone without causing an awkward limp.  It looked brand new, not a speck of wear and tear on it – a Sketcher brand running shoe.  Read More