Winslow

 “Carson, you need to take some time off and get out of here for a while.” “Why, is my hair standing up again?” “Yeah, but it’s worse.  You keep saying you will get your best people on it, but your best people don’t seem to want to be on it anymore.” Said Fred. “What?” I said. “Damn, your left ear must be not be working anymore. I Read More

Bring Back Ellen

It was good while it lasted I guess.  I went to ride up to the ninth floor with Ellen today, but she wasn’t available.  I just finished a surgery and I sure needed her – that soothing voice, relaxing non – elevator music and of course skillful hands to massage my tense shoulder muscles. Yellow caution tape draped in an X fashion across her  always welcoming door, and a sign that read “un Read More

Love my Elevator and She Loves Me

                Thankfully using elevators is an uneventful occurrence for those of who travel between floors in large buildings.  When it becomes an eventful occurrence, it can be a huge stress of course and people in general have their guards up while traveling in these necessary conveyances.             Something interesting happened to me in the elevator today.  It wasn’t tra Read More

Home Alone, Part Deux

      Please re – read Part I and recall the gentle breeze brushing my warm lips before caressing my eager nose with a luscious scent of classy perfume… satin ladies reappearing and the peacefulness overcoming my exhausted cells…the visit by the police…   About three am, I woke up suddenly, startled by a noise at the computer in my study, possibly an email notification or IM buzz.  Memo Read More