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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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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Grandfathers, Dads, and Red Twine

It was the height of tornado season. The sky dark from what had become a single horizon-to-horizon cloud. Grandpa Ed would be buried in four days. Dad and I sorted, opened, trashed, and repackaged some two hundred containers of string pieces, metal oil cans, bolts, screws, tools, pulley systems, fire extinguishers, hubcaps, and the list goes on. Why would someone keep a three-inch length of red twine? Or, a case of twenty-four empty...

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