Monthly archives: June, 2015

#197 Synchronicity

  We got married in my sleep. She turned out to be a burden and I was sorry for tying that matrimonial knot. I anticipated years of discontent, a nagging wife, unappreciative kids, and a dog who didn’t give a damn as long as he was fed. Full of dread, I resolved to do my…



#196 Starry Starry Night

The moonlit night sky above Prescott, Valley Arizona, twinkles with countless stars as I lie in my hot tub gazing above. Lessons that taught me to believe the stars are heavenly lights winking at me have become fictitious sine I grew to be a man. I now question that and many more of my beliefs….



#195 I Believe – Not

#195   I Believe – Not Joe tried to please his wife in bed but could never measure up. Whatever he tried, his wife wanted the opposite. She’d complain that having sex didn’t last long enough. When he extended the act, she said, “It lasts way too long.” Unable to please her, Joe left. After a…




#194 In My Bed

  It’s always the same on Saturday night. I rush home from work, shower, shave, and do everything I can to look and smell good because this is the one night of the week I get a chance to bring a beauty home with me. When I’m ready, I stroll down to the club where…



#193 It Wasn’t My Fault

  I’m embarrassed to tell the truth about how I never treasured the natural things in life. Sunrise didn’t mean beauty to me; it meant it was light enough to find a crime to commit. Should I go on so anyone can read about my instinctive perceptions about my worthless life and the measures I…




#192 Reprisal

I wanted to get rid of my wife and not give her a dime. I wracked my brain, did a little research, and found an easy solution.  In 1960, I only had to say she was insane and they accepted my word. Two men wearing white jackets came to take her away. Her piercing shrieks…




#191 No Movies Today

  Joe asks Donna to go to the movies. She says, “I’m too tired to go, Joe.” But he finds out she isn’t too tired to go to see another man. Joe wants to say that’s all right, she has her reasons, but deep inside, he can’t ignore the truth. Anyone can see her priorities…




#190—Words

    A humongous black cloud barreled toward us as I stood on the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. “What the heck is that?” I asked a park ranger standing nearby. “Imported California air,” he said. “The easterly winds blow it this way every day. Heck, it used to be that we could see…



#189 Sugar and Spice

When I was a boy, the descriptions of little girls as made of sugar and spice seemed so true. But, lo and behold, they grew and transformed from sugar to salt and from spice to spite. Their lovely baby giggles turned to voices of shrews that cut as deep as any knife. It shows that…




#189 Sugar and Spice When I was a boy, the descriptions of little girls as made of sugar and spice seemed so true. But, lo and behold, they grew and transformed from sugar to salt and from spice to spite. Their lovely baby giggles turned to voices of shrews that cut as deep as any…