I only ever tossed one friend in my life. At the time, I viewed it as more or less as “shelving” not out right permanently tossing. My GF was bio-polar and occasionally went off her meds. One day, I met her in my driveway as I was heading to an out-of-state … Continue Reading Reflections on Tossing and Getting Tossed as the New Year Approaches
I heard a very sad story from my friend Bob yesterday about “Quackers”, the Duck, Bob’s pet. “Quackers” lived happily for nine years at Bob’s home. He would stick his head out of the wires in his pen when he heard Bob or any other human nearby. “Quackers” was a … Continue Reading Should we live our lives like “Quackers” the Duck- or not?
It was the story of old men pulling along oxygen tanks and hoses as they walk into Buck Rubs, the local Gentleman’s Club as well as the story of slow farmer brothers whose mother pack them a brown paper sack with a can of beer (BYOB), a bag of … Continue Reading A Few Hours at “Buck Rubs”- A Gentleman’s Club
My girlfriend told me she thought I was “looking PLUMP” the other day. I was already on my way to the grocery store to buy the ingredients for the famous Cabbage Soup diet and needed to call to ask her opinion before purchasing the ingredients. I did not ask her … Continue Reading An Extra Few Pounds
As I waded into the river and the current cut into my calves and the rich earthy smell of the water wafted up to my nose, I remembered why I strung my fly rod and pulled on my waders and caulk boots and tied on a wooley bugger fly and headed out … Continue Reading Standing In a River is Enough