This is not a Diatribe as in a forceful or bitter attack on any Stubborn people out there. You do exist, though. Instead, this is a Soliloquoy.  A one-sided discussion or opinion. (I don't think I ever understood either a Mule or Donkey as the animal embodiment of Stubbornness.  Any horse person will tell you … Continue reading A Soliloquy on Stubborness →

"Honestly, why do you think  you belong here?" His shaky response, "Well, I never tortured small animals, I tried so hard to help elders, and I paid my bills on time.  I did drink a little beer, sometimes too much.  But, I turned my life around and did the right thing by everyone I met for … Continue reading My Interview with An Angel →

How do you think the world will end? (Slow jazz tune, one, two, three) "It's quarter to three, There's no-one in the place, 'Cept Joe and me." (One, two, three) "So set 'em up, Joe, I've got a little story I think you should know" The end of the world did not come from Russia … Continue reading The End with a Whimper →

"In seeking truth you have to get both sides of the story." Walter Cronkite. Our society seems to be lost in finding the truth! To go farther, it would appear that some of our society is twisting the truth for their end game. For some, how they feel is more important than the facts. Feelings … Continue reading Truth →

What a Journey for a 50-year survivor of rust, accidents, broken parts, and even politics. I am still on the road today, and I think I look pretty decent for my age. I began my mechanical life December 15, 1966, when my last Cadillac Factory check was finished, in Dearborn Michigan. I spent virtually all … Continue reading My Cadillac Journey →

I know, most of the time I am frustrated and scared, You too?   But, there was that one moment, maybe two, when I thought I was ok, maybe pretty damned good. You too? Life not in a flash, life not in a splash, life always a struggle, life not meant to be recorded all … Continue reading My Moment →

via Daily Prompt: Invisible Sometimes, I feel invisible in a crowd. No eyes seek mine, and I see no other eyes. Just me, in the crowd, trying not to get trampled on, to keep my balance from the hordes of sheep pushing past me. Sometimes, I can go the local choke and puke to order … Continue reading Invisible, Surrounded in a Crowd →

You know, I never thought I would live this long. Hell, at 12, I thought the guy down the street, 16, was mature. He had big muscles, a beginning mustache, and bragged about girls he had had. He told me lots of shit, and I believed it. My teachers at 40 were ancient, directed me … Continue reading A Soliloquy from an Old Guy →