Category Archives: Writing

The full moon had chased the shadows behind the trees — Nighttime had turned to day.  The normally inky black sky nearly looked blue. A young button buck munched on fresh clover along the side of the two-lane Mississippi highway.  An … Continue reading →

My comments about the game and the commercials from last night: Indy has an awesome stadium. When I was in college, Bud Light Platinum was the rich guy to using his dad’s Platinum credit card to buy the keg. Twelve … Continue reading →

The buildings loomed over the small city park like giant concrete redwoods. It was high-noon and the warm spring sun shined brightly on the yellow plastic playground.  Children’s sing-song voices drowned out the cars and buses passing by.  A man … Continue reading →

Pam Grant stood in the pouring rain. Her running outfit was cold, wet and clingy. Her shoes and socks were soaked. She could’ve easily gone home and been warm and dry but didn’t.  Pam Grant was there to prove something. … Continue reading →

For every five-star blue chip athlete, there was an athlete like Mike. Too slow, too small, too dumb, too whatever some scout or coach guessed incorrectly about him.  You can measure speed by the 40-yard dash. You can measure strength … Continue reading →

He sat in his recliner watching his wife sleep on the couch.  Her mouth was wide open and her snoring rattled the blinds.  He even thought he saw drool.  If he had his phone, he would have taken a picture. … Continue reading →

The broken gray clouds created a soft blanket over the Mississippi Delta.  His work for the morning was half done — the field was nearly planted and now it was time to take a break. He put down his truck’s … Continue reading →

His B-17 bomber was shot full of gaping holes. Smoke billowed out of the three remaining working engines.  The fuselage was torn from exploding cannon shells. His windscreen was shot up and the constant cold wind blowing in burned his … Continue reading →

At mile 20, his legs cramped up. He had a little over six miles to go in the marathon and the pain began to cripple him.  But he kept going.  His desire to cross the finish line overpowered his discomfort. … Continue reading →

In the distant future. The President was tired. He understood why his predecessors had gone gray while in office. Heck, he was surprised he had any hair at all. Being President of the United States wasn’t a 9 to 5 … Continue reading →