A letter from Ollie About November Third Dear Carson: I remember that you told me that you have some good people who avidly read your blog thing which I guess is where you write a few words for consumption by astute readers.  If you have the time, please remind them of this letter I wrote and share so perhaps they can remind others: This is not political at all. I’m tempted but I won’t. Read More

Back at the Beach Bar The letter was written in cursive, as always, but readable, with a few jiggles here and there and the cross on the “T” s were a little jagged and the ink often dangled below the lines like a diving submarine, but I knew who it was immediately.  No return address, as always, and addressed to Carson at my work address.  No postage stamp either, and I had no clue how it arri Read More

Here are some more creative contest winners to be mentioned: Sha: Now that was an interesting tease! Veronica and some old man with a cane happened to pay a visit to this wild mini-golf scene! At least you got a cheek kiss before things got even more interesting. Veronica with the shiny gun always wanting to meet the old man, and it looks like you brought them together for a little fireworks display. Thank Read More

I had no idea how creative and skilled my readers were in presenting their excellent thoughts on how to end my Miniature Golf Blog contest! All of you who had the courage to enter are winners! I am now going to respond to each winner, in my own time, in order of when they were received: CMK: This was well-thought out and had lots of foreshadowing. I loved how you connected Mark with Maria at first wi Read More

Ollie Begins to Drain the Swamp “The Old man called, out of the blue and wants to meet you again.  Says he has something to share you need to know.” “Ollie?  The wild haired cane-wielding son of a bitch?  Last time we met was at the Dubliner bar where he kindly requested that I meet him there because he wanted to enjoy his Guinness. You know, that was a bold request, but I did enjoy that vis Read More

Time For a New Reader’s Challenge I received some amazing and enthusiastic 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 reade 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