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Years ago, when I lived in Hollywood, I started writing a silly little song about how I missed living near the national forest near Eaton Canyon and couldn't understand the city. I knew I wasn't right for it and missed things like coyotes, raccoons, and even the occasional rattlesnake. Well, I found it and decided to finish it. Not my best work ( Read more... )

Christines health has continued to degrade due to her own stubbornness and I'm about at the end of my rope. It was a bad judgement call on my part when I agreed to her insistence on going to the AC\DC concert the other night, but I caved. I've dealt with people who have health problems for most of my life; my mother being the worst case. I watched ( Read more... )

I've spent the last three weeks pretty much in the bush and isolated with only one friend to talk to.  My friend Larry is moving out to Texas and needed his building wired.  If anybody was present at any one of the many times I've moved over the last 15 years; he's the guy with the big grey bushy beard and is about the nicest guy on the planet.  On ( Read more... )

After being put on the disabled list with this hand injury, I have myself a fun little challenge; I'd write that book; with one hand.  I decided it would be a full on, free verse, prose the whole way; “screw you and your grammatical structure” good time; but I refuse to forsake the Oxford comma.  A lot of the really good stories; well, they just ( Read more... )

      The road turns into a giant banana peel with the first rain of the season.  It comes down hard and I laugh at the fact that two hours ago I was baking at 110 in that oven of the Mojave and now I’m 70 or so miles from Flagstaff, playing a game of Chicken with a thunder-storm.  Momma would be proud!  Probably not.

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The boredom finally has set in since being on disability, so I'm finally writing that  damned book everybody's been on m to write.  Chapter one is almost done and I'm taking my usual "brutal truth" manner.  Man, I really was a real bastard sometimes.  I'll be writing the story of when I was on my month long, throw my life in the blender and hit ( Read more... )

Christmas used to be a magical thing. The tree surrounded by presents, mom, the old man and I listening to the John Denver Christmas album and watching Christmas Vacation. A couple of days before Christmas I lost my mother. That was about 17 years ago. Anyone who has ever opened a gift from a dead person and read the card they wrote a day or so ( Read more... )

I’m often moved to a deep point of sadness when a celebrity dies in the mannor Robin Williams, but not in the way many may think.  I’m sad for every other John (or Jane if we’re still beating the PC horse to death) Doe whose life ended in the same way and the only headline was a little blurb in the obituary section of the local newspaper as an ( Read more... )

I almost died yesterday. I was camping for a couple of days in Kings Canyon/Sequoia National parks.  The scenery is breathtaking and the roads are a blast to ride.  That was until I took that hair pin turn.  I could see that the turn was sharp and didn't have one of those yellow signs telling you the recommended speed.  Not uncommon.  As I came ( Read more... )