Monthly Archives: August 2015

Brown and white, the mixed-breed dog moved down the beach with a slight limp. But for an animal in the double digits of years, she had an agility about her — an almost gracefulness. The vet had tried to put … Continue reading →

“Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.” – John Lennon That quote almost makes me forgive Lennon for his other quote: “Yoko, you are a great singer.” But seriously, yesterday was a classic example of Lennon’s … Continue reading →

Yesterday I flew through the heavens in a plane I’ve always idolized. I will admit, I was nervous when I climbed into the cockpit. What if we crash? What if I have to bail out? What if I puke? What … Continue reading →

My prayer as the engine cranked went something like this, “Dear God, please don’t let me puke in Dan’s really nice airplane.” Dan is Dan Fordice. Yes, Fordice. As in Kirk and Pat’s son. We were flying a few years … Continue reading →

December 2005 My skin burned as the needle slid into my arm. I was getting a Tetanus shot in the Camp Coast Care medical tent near the Mississippi Gulf Coast. Camp Coast Care was a joint effort by the Episcopal … Continue reading →

I stood on the Western edge of the Reservoir this morning, watching the sun begin to illuminate the Eastern sky. Small, dark gray clouds floated over the Northern horizon like lint. The water actually looked blue and a slight breeze … Continue reading →

While heading back to Central Time last weekend, I stopped by my best friend Randy’s house. Randy and I have known each other since high school (we actually played football against each other.) Thanks to girlfriends who knew each other … Continue reading →

SHORT STORY: The Hunter A dark gray WC-130J Hercules roared from Biloxi’s Keesler Air Force Base into the cobalt blue sky. The Hurricane Hunters were on yet another mission — a hurricane had entered the Gulf of Mexico. Sphincters were … Continue reading →

The knight sat on the ground, burned and battered. His armor and ego were dented. The dragon had kicked his butt again. A singed glove felt around for his sword. It, too, was broken. He was having an absolutely crappy … Continue reading →

A few weeks back, I ate at a nice restaurant. My server was kind, but not terribly attentive. I’d say on a one to 10 scale, she was probably a six (and I cut servers a lot of slack — … Continue reading →