My Last Day (Based on a true story)

1977. For a second time the high plains of southwestern Wyoming experienced an economic boom. When I told a family friend that I was getting a hair cut for job interviews she called her husband—owner of an oil field construction company. I started “tomorrow 7:00 AM sharp. Six days per week.” I found employment within four hours after arriving from college. The oil field construction business must have been good. A new red twenty-disc...

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Bicycles – The Most Efficient Transportation Method Available

The Dandy Horse was the first tandem two-wheeled vehicle. The rider’s walking propelled it. The inventor of the first mechanically propelled bike remains a mystery, although some evidence points to a Scottish blacksmith around 1839, or a Frenchman who developed the Penny-Farthing. In the 1860’s pedals were added to an enlarged front wheel. Wire spoke wheels were introduced about 1869 followed by the rear wheel chain drive, and the...

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Thinking About Parkinson’s Disease – Small Muscles

(This blog is my observations and opinions. It is not intended as medical advice as I am not a doctor. Please seek a medical professional’s advice). Much like the advertising lingo, “There’s an app for that”—for Parkinson’s, “There’s a symptom for that.” The extra large symptom listings contain a malady for every organ, system, and limb. At least it feels that way. Observing my progression and that of fellow...

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Lost-Cuban-Cell

Near summer’s end, I was in Denver for the annual writer’s Extravaganza. The clouds’ shadows had grown larger throughout the day along with the strange proceedings recorded here. Excitement filled my mind while walking to the breakfast bar. I would meet interesting people with great stories they wanted to bookitize, and attend valuable training sessions conducted by authors sharing how they had bookitized their story(s). The sessions...

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Sage’s First Camping Trip

Sage sat at my feet while I drank tea. Four sheep wandered by—their hooves clicking on the asphalt. Sage looked at me as if asking, “What are they?” “Sheep. Wow. I wonder how they got in the campground?” I said to Nancy in the trailer. Sage trotted toward the sheep. At fifteen feet she barked, the sheep ran, and Sage herded them through a campsite of four tents disrupting their breakfast. I caught Sage, apologized, and carried her to...

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