Responding to a knock at my door, I noticed a tall dark skinned man wearing a turban. He was smiling, revealing a mouthful of pearly white teeth. In his hands, he held a manilla envelope. By the look of it, it was packed full of money. Hundred dollar bills it looked like. Normally, my redneck … Continue reading HHH →

A long while back, I took Bonnies' car to the shop to get fixed at a shop on Evergreen and 8th St. , it belong to my son Julius’s friend “T.” He wasn’t there but “T’s” employees were telling me not to be scared of the neighborhood. I laughed at them. I told them this … Continue reading Springfield →

I really wish someone else was telling this story. Since I'm the only one that knows all the details I guess it falls on me. I remember taking classes at FJC on the GI Bill. Four nights a week. I worked for HUD full time and went to school four nights a week. That didn't … Continue reading Even Sad stories have happy endings. →

I spent my preteen age years living with my family on a Naval Base, in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. We live there, 4 years. From 1960 to 1964. My first year at Victory Hill Elementary, the classes were held in “Espanol,” in the mornings. I don’t think the temperature ever got below 90 degrees. No one … Continue reading He Lives →

When I get home of a morning to feed my cats, I survey the damage to see if anything is tore up more than usual. Pillows on the floor, boots and blankets strewn across the living room, some blinds are closed, some are open and other hanging by one end. Looking towards the kitchen, I … Continue reading Another cup of coffee →

So long since I wrote anything, but it's like riding a bike right? Here goes. I'd been selling tools on the road for a long time, 7 maybe 8 years. Sometimes off and sometimes on. Like riding a bike right? When I took a break from the road, I would go back to work for … Continue reading West Loop 360 →

Sometimes I ramble with no particular place to go, that's assuming of course that I started out from somewhere to start with. I'll have to decide on that later. A fork in the road? Which one do I take? Is it one way? What if I change my mind, can I return? As long as … Continue reading Ramble On →

Damn this fog is thick. How do people see where they're going? I'm doing thirty five on the interstate and just can see the white lines. People are passing me on the right and left like I was standing still and here I thought that I was in the right lane. Our anniversary was Tuesday, … Continue reading Pea Soup →