Blind leading the kind |
There is a clear distinction between love and life. Love is blind, and life is its seeing eye dog- more kind, more beautiful than love itself could ever be. The kind leading the blind. Yet without lov...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 10:44:00 GMT |
working man's blues |
Most people come to Texas for the same reason Humphrey Bogart went to Casablanca- they start out looking for a good BBQ sandwich and then they get sidetracked trying to find happiness. They wind up h...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 09:49:00 GMT |
Phone Calls From Airports |
My vision focused on the solitary memory burned into my brain. It was a memory of a phone call I never got from someone I loved from an airport. Looking back at things I've never missed a flight. God ...
Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 08:22:00 GMT |
Kartofle |
I looked in the rearview mirror at the deserted highway that had once been the business route of Route 66, all I saw was a ragged old man with a bottle in his hand vomiting in the gutter. Could've bee...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 09:47:00 GMT |
One Time While Dying |
The whole experience seemed like something from a movie. The kind you want to get up and walk out of. I looked out over the bed I was lying in and looked down on the ashes of my misbegotten youth. ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Apr 2009 07:14:00 GMT |
Curiosity |
The afternoon was as cold as blue eyes that didn't love you anymore. When you go looking for something in life, sometimes you find it. Then you find it wasn't what you were looking for. Then you wond...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 11:43:00 GMT |
First Time |
There is always something especially nice about the first time a lady smiles at you. I contend that at that moment, if you observe her smile, her eyes, her body language, you can determine the nature ...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Apr 2009 12:29:00 GMT |
Seventh Inning stretch |
My friend Earl called this morning to see about my next appointment and pending surgery. "We are in the seventh inning stretch." he spoke. I'm well aware that this rather arcane sports analogy might b...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Mar 2009 12:53:00 GMT |
MissFire Ant |
Between the time we ordered and the time the food arrived, Miss Fire Ant and I caught up on all the dreams that had never come true. Things had not worked out between us years ago, but thats how the b...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Feb 2009 09:56:00 GMT |
disconnected |
I looked bleakly upon the desolate patches of dirt and weeds. It was a desolate stretch of rural Texas road where my dads pickup at rolled several times. Everybody's got to die sometime. Either you d...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 10:17:00 GMT |
