I have to be careful because it’s considered poor taste to repeat oneself, but then, I have written 288 blog posts since 2014, and I have published five books on Amazon.  So, I guess it’s inevitable that I may repeat myself on paper, or at least display some recurrent themes, and for that, I have decided not to apologize, because maybe there is emphasis that needs to be made.   Did I tell Read More

I would like to thank my loyal readers who took the extra time out of their busy lives to read my short blog posts and especially “The Guiness Calls and I Answer.” You diligently read the piece and searched for clues and I appreciate all the great guesses as to where the old guy was. All the guesses were good and were logical, but the old man is tricky. Ollie has taught me a lot about life, especially Read More

I know he wanted to get away, that’s obvious. It seems that his past, whatever that is, is catching up to him and he’s on the run. And yet, it’s hard for me to conceive that he’s running from anyone, especially after that time he outsmarted the Secret Service when he was invited to the oval office —unfortunately, that bought him a few days in jail in Washington, DC. The interesting thing is Ollie Read More

Those of you who have read The Guinness Calls and I Answer, may notice that once again, Ollie is trying to communicate with me and tell me in a cryptic way, where he is. It seems he always wants me to figure it out, and never writes in his letter the city or location but expects me to find it. The last time he did this I ended up finding him in Nashville, dancing with young ladies at a honky-tonk bar and twirlin Read More

I knew I had to go back to the beach bar, but the danger was near now, and whoever it was who sent that opulent but tricky blonde probably had the place staked out 24 hours a day, looking for the old man. I knew Ollie would never come back—he lost his favorite watering hole and the few acquaintances he had.  But he would not lose me because I was part of him now—and perhaps he somehow grabbed a pi Read More

Many of my readers know me as Carson, the world-famous novelist and blog writer who must disguise himself in public, to avoid the paparazzi that follow me everywhere. A smaller sample of my readers believe that I am male underwear model, and these readers of course, are very special as long as they stay on their potent medications.  However, only the most astute readers who read every word and chew on Read More

Back to the Beach I must admit my life has become more complicated after I met this old man with Einstein hair on the beach. It was a simpler life, you know, with a busy medical practice, pretty decent health except for some crank knees that begged to be oiled with a can of liquid cartilage, and an occasional vacation.  I had no concept that on old man who walked with cane, could be so strong of mind, and Read More

Things have changed in the world significantly since I was younger. You all know what I mean: Cultural changes, spiritual nonchalance, lack or respect for history, honor and decorum, as well as chivalry.  Here are a few things I will say about what I will fight about to keep and what I will let fall by the wayside as a waste of my precious time:  What I will ignore and not waste my time: (let Read More

The Search is On “Excuse me sir, but the Director of National Security needs to see you.  We knew you had a hole in your schedule, so I —” “So, you took the liberty of filling it without my permission.” “Of course, sir.  It’s important that you listen to him.” “Let him in.”  The president put his shoes back on and straightened his tie, then cleared his raspy t Read More

 Bob Gibson and My Asthma Camp Bob Gibson was a Hall of Fame baseball pitcher for the St. Louis Cardinals.  He died at age 84 in 2020. I must admit, I was never a St. Louis fan, and that was because I was a Chicago Cubs fan when growing up and well, they were very intense rivals.  However, the story I am about to tell is unique, I think, and it influenced me greatly in a positive way about th Read More