The old man sat on the bench, his nearby Gin now warm and his pizza slice cold. He stared at his aged hands, holding only one page from her diary with an image of a Bluebird, printed with nice words of comfort. He stared at nothing, but maybe into yesterday. In a soft voice, he … Continue reading Old Man’s Love →

Old man Applegate was about to go off again, destined to scare most of my patients. Even those heavily sedated might be startled. He had a barrel chest, with a voice an opera company would drool over; no amplifier needed. He would usually rattle on about some war he was in or the day he … Continue reading Applegate, Rattling Windows and Life →

The outer banks of North Carolina. We could see the Bodie Island Lighthouse, just over there. Remember? We went up to the top of the Lighthouse a few times, to catch a kiss where your mother could not see. Nags Head Beach so close, with white sand like powder, with all of the rug rats … Continue reading Nags Head, the Beach →

From a watery beginning bubbling through a fissure in the ground, Tyler's Brook fed the dark earth crowned with Elm trees, whose leafy arms spread into the Tennessee night sky. The brook flows peacefully towards the southeast on it's incessant journey to MotherSea, complete with the essence of life itself. Somewhere south of where Theresa … Continue reading A Grandmother’s Memories →

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 →

The lines on her face were like the scorched roads of Texas that slowly pull towards Mexico. The ones around her mouth seemed to have too much practice in the wrong position. When she walked, her left leg fell behind, slightly, as if the years had piled on and the load was too much. The … Continue reading Grandmother, filled with Love →

I had seen the old lady before, getting on at 79th riding up to Clark division. She sat in the same place each day, rain or shine, while I went further up the rail, to my job near Argyle. While the Chicago commuter car rocked back and forth, and we all read our papers or … Continue reading A Naked Heart →

That old man is staring at me again, blue eyes like beacons burning into me, searing my soul. At first, I think I know him, then not! Does he know me from before? Did I meet him long, long ago? I did not mean to look in the mirror, it was a mistake. I have … Continue reading That Damned Mirror →