To be lost, it can mean so many things, can't it? It instills a kind of fear in all of us, a deep uncertainty, that sometimes leads us to head off in some direction, even if that way only makes us lose ourselves even more, often sending us trailing in circles ( Read more... )

[Private to Ned ( Read more... )

I remember the day of his birth keenly. My wife, Caroline, had driven up to Longstead Fort in order to ensure the Lennons had provisions after the fire had wiped out their food supplies ( Read more... )

Fear, is a funny thing. Some people make the mistake that fear means respect. But fear can be overcome.

Reminds me of the time I took Billy Fielding in. He had been running weapons across the border, but any custom or law enforcement officers that got near him disappeared. When I brought him in his eyes were filled with hatred for me. As I walked ( Read more... )

You know, when my mother was young, a mere nineteen years old, she was a teacher in an Inuit village when a fire stripped through the area and surrounded the village. Their only means of escape was through a river that had been torn by rapids.

Most of the adults died because they were too afraid to brave the water.

My mother was supported by an idea ( Read more... )

When a man dies, he goes into a spaceship in space? Well, I suppose where else would a spaceship be? It appears that I owe Woodchuck Wesley an apology.

Ah, Woodchuck. Almost shot off his own nose when his antique musket went off on his face. Never did get it seen to properly. Used to flap it open whenever Stacy Longshaw would happen by. They ended ( Read more... )