She started when she was in college, like most students, trying to stay awake, studying for exams, and like most, the initial taste wasn’t immediate love, but it wasn’t long, and the coffee smell wafting through the air as it was prepared, swiftly took control of her Pavlovian call for an immediate cup, and no human better get in her way when that happens.  It wasn’t long and her olfactory bulb lear Read More

It was 10:55 am, five minutes before opening time at the Beach Bar, and Sam turned on the lights and unlocked the front door, but not the side door which remained dead-bolted. He retrieved his broom and dust pan, and quickly began sweeping up under the booths to make things presentable for his early customers, who wouldn’t enjoy a few lonely peanut shells under their feet that he missed from last -nights Read More

She Loves to Play the Piano She has other interests in life, whether that means running her own business, or traveling on those rare occasions when she has time, but she always takes time to maintain her health —to run if the weather permits, or take Jazz class on days when she isn’t working out in the gym —although the problem with the gym is that the sweaty muscle-bound men smile and  stare at her Read More

“We need to start cleaning up the fat and waste and use our personnel and resources for more important National Security Issues.  I called you here today gentleman, to discuss some options that have been brought to our attention from representatives here today from the CIA, NSA, DIA as well as Homeland Security.  Thank you for coming, ladies and gentleman.” The five representatives simply Read More

She eats it at home, whenever she can, and it doesn’t matter what time of day, really.  It could be later morning, afternoon before dinner, and of course in the evening before bed, especially if it’s been a stressful day.  She’s aware of her figure, since all men tend to get whiplash when she walks down the street and gaze helplessly at her rhythmic hips as she walks and her tight skirt sho Read More

Wind Chime Psy-Ops:  Any ideas? Warning to my readers who love to hang loud Wind Chimes outside your house:  This piece will offend you. So, I suggest reading it after a couple shots of bourbon.  Your thinking will soon be as clear as the flow of a meandering mountain stream, naturally cleansing your chronically metal-clanged neurons. That is, until you try to get up and walk a straight line. Read More

I appreciate the five guesses on the old Cross-Country photo contest searching for the young SRCarson. All entries were winners! Three out of the five entries got one of the two photos correct. One guessed at only one photo, and that guess was correct. And the final entry guessed at both and was correct on both. I know this was challenging, especially with the poor quality old newspaper photo reproduction Read More

I am about 12 days post-op from abdominal surgery, and finally I am out trying to get back my physical shape, if possible. I have been forbidden to do core body exercises such as sit-ups or planks, and also lifting anything greater than 20 pounds or something. So, my only choice was to walk around the neighborhood.  And today, it was a beautiful sunny day, although quite windy, which made the wind Read More

It is rare that I provide real photos that potentially show me for the world to see, because after all, once the paparazzi and ravenous reporters figure out who I am, they will descend upon me and follow the famous author Carson everywhere with sedulous energy and not give me any peace and quiet.  In fact, I think my mentor Ollie will not be pleased with this at all. However, I am sure I am safe here, Read More

Off to Wichita For some reason, during the plane trip to Wichita, I kept thinking of the Glen Campbell song: The Wichita lineman. Although I was just a kid, and didn’t really understand the underlying meaning of the words, I loved the melody and I guess I just enjoyed hearing Glen sing it. It was actually about a telephone lineman —lonely for his girl back home, hoping to hear her on the line.  And Read More