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Yes, a hobo. I've always aspired to be a hobo. Even now, after twenty years of serving the Humanities Department as Professor Emeritus of Psychological and Psycic Abominations at Pacific Tech, Malibu, I have never lost my desire to ride the rails and pitch for coin. Sadly, when retirement dawned, that opportunity nearly dissolved on... Continue Reading →
Was today typical? Which day? Or which moment of any day can be considered typical? If you live your life consumed by the present, then your presence is consumed in the now. Consider that 'within the now' no time exists! No time to spend, no time to waste, no time at all! Without the burden... Continue Reading →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories Dear readers: this is the second installment of the first chapter of "The Salvations of Abda." I must have neglected to save a more embellished version of it, therefore, it is what it is. The text itself is still accurate. I will be taking a break from... Continue Reading →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories. My wife, Nalini, meant it as a joke- "Why not register Adba as an ESA animal, now, before we go to India?" Abba, which means 'calamity' in Sanskrit, is our rescued animal. We recently saved her from the Santa Fe Animal Shelter, where she had been abandoned... Continue Reading →
Many, if not most couples don't understand their mate. Originally I was going to say their wife, but then realized that would be unfair. To be politically correct about it I should have said I know that sounds harsh, and I had tried to find the modern correct way to "identify" the proper terms to... Continue Reading →
This list would be too long, so I'll keep it short: always being the one to replace the near empty toilet paper roll. Checking out friend requests from scantily clad women. Cleaning the litterbox, and spending too much trying to develop a "website" that likely won't become more than a fancy LinkedIn, or a place... Continue Reading →
Seventh Grade, Miss Smith. Not skinny, just cute and petite. She styled her blonde hair around her head like Tippi Hedren. Her eyes were as the Earth looks from space. Sure, I had a puppy crush on her, all the guys did, but how she influenced me had nothing to do with her being attractive.... Continue Reading →
top gums* morning chai God doesn't bother with the small stuff anymore. The guy you mentioned has an injured ear and could damage it and the world with a handset. This injury makes it impossible for him to hear from the right side of his head. At his core, he is very fragile and insecure,... Continue Reading →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories From part one---->>> The young girl's dreams of a 4-H ribbon and a future grass-fed only dairy farm were over. It became a sad story for all concerned. Begin part two below ------->> Most readers are probably familiar with the National ESA pet program. The acronym stands for... Continue Reading →
Having accumulated enough visible scars, mostly from racing sailboats, motorcycles waterskiing , and other such sports, my flesh is scarred enough for conversation. I loathe tattoos. So phony! Like false advertising, but permanent. I don't mind decorating my hands and sometimes my forearms or face, with henna on holidays at the family farm in Rajasthan,... Continue Reading →
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