My Thanks -

I have to thank a couple of people for getting me started on this. First, my darling wife, for giving me the confidence to send my writing to our local paper.
Then to our friend Megan, who kept bugging me to show my 'voice' to others.
Finally, to editor & publisher, Darryl Mills, for letting me take up space in his paper. I don't think he knew what he was getting into.
It's all their fault...

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Lost Time 

I seem to have lost some time. Actually, quite a bit of time. Almost a week, it appears.

For all three people that read this blog, you may have noticed that it wasn't in the usual place last week. I only realized that after I received a very nice email from an esteemed reader saying that he hoped I had a very nice holiday and was looking forward the next article - soon.

I was puzzled by this email at first, because I was sure that I put my last piece into the latest edition of the blog. I went through my file and sure enough, there it was. Then I looked at the date on the article and checked it against my phone.


Sunday, March 17, 2013

Adrenaline Rush

You know, the adrenaline rush you get from a rollercoaster or white water rafting or some such activity is great. The racing heart, the sharpening of all your senses and the sheer exhilaration of the moment makes you feel alive in the best sense of the word.

The rush you get from a near miss in real life, well, that's a bit different. The same physical and chemical reaction takes place, but it's not so much exhilaration, at least in my experience. It's more of a thankfulness of surviving.

Let me explain.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

There are times in everyone's life that you are required to make decisions. I'm not talking about the everyday decisions, I'm talking about some big decisions, life-changing decisions. Something that rests on that singular moment where it either goes really, really well or spectacularly bad.

This is one of those times.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Darth, Dads and Daughters

When I was a kid and watching Stars Wars for the first time, Darth Vader was the epitome of the Evil Bad Guy. Even after the twenty-seventh viewing, my opinion was unchanged – Darth was a bad dude and deserved everything he got.

Then came the second movie of the series and the bombshell near the end of the film that Darth was actually Luke’s real father! The explosive gasp in the theater almost blew the exit doors off their hinges. Gasp, not gas, despite the theater being filled to capacity with 15- to 18-year-olds. The last shocker was finding out the Leia and Luke were twins, making Darth Vader the father of twins. I don't know how I made it through the next two years until the third film.