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

“The dragon has left the nest of darkness and is now in the air.” “I know.  I have seen this. But he is crafty in his ways and hides in plain sight.” “I need you to come back and serve again, and help us, in our time of need. We don’t have anyone else.” “My body is tired and I’m still in the hospital. How can I do this?”  Said Ollie.  “I am an old man, over 100 Read More

Some of you may have read about this old man. His name is Ollie. I met him a while back on a beach, and then at a bar, drinking a decent largess of sloppy Guinness. He’s an old guy who seems to grow on you pretty fast, and then Poof, he’s gone in a cloud of Einstein-like quantum dust. I’m surprised he let me have this picture, but I am leery of what he’s going to do if he finds I post Read More

We lost you from this painful, but beautiful earth on June 25th. Your long struggle has ended, and you are now at peace. I love you and miss you, and so does the rest of the family and your friends. However, I know heaven has gained a good man and father who is now without pain and happy forever. We will meet again someday Read More

A few days ago, I was sitting in the waiting room of a tire store, trying to do some writing, minding my own business as they put my tires on, and then low and behold, something interesting happened. A family walked in —mother and father and I think about five kids or so.  I guess they must have ranged in age from four to 11, boys and girls.  They all sat in front of me on bar stools with a sma Read More