September 2007
4 posts
Cats At Large
There’s no arguing with a cat.
Hand to heaven, I can’t say no to a furry face. That’s how my wife and I ended up with four cats. Four of the most spoiled cats you’ll ever meet, too. Every time I open the fridge Elvira (our all-too-aptly-named black cat) comes running into the kitchen, meowing at the top of her lungs. She’s begging – no, scratch that – demanding that I give her some milk. Now.
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First Taste of Fall
The morning after a rain is one of my favorite times. It’s like the world has cleansed itself, rinsed away the heat and dust of summer and put on a new shirt. Everything is relaxed, refreshed and ready for whatever comes next. Life is filtered through a fresh perspective on days like this; anything is possible and the world is new and shiny - nothing is quite as bright rain-soaked grass in...
It's Not There Anymore
Today I was thinking about a place that I barely remember. It’s not that the memories themselves are hazy; there are just so few of them. I grew up in a very small town in the middle of Indiana farm land. You might say it’s a town that time forgot, but these days time has a better memory than it used to.
It’s the same town where my father spent his boyhood. Dad grew up in the 60s; and by the...
The Grand Adventure
I don’t have the foggiest clue what this is going to be about. This happens to me sometimes, I just start writing with no idea what’s going to come of it. It’s like jumping in the car with no idea where you might end up. You just take off - windows down, radio up, speeding off into an overused metaphor.
I’ve often found myself comparing writing with driving; and, for some reason, when I write I...