Siberia With A View

It’s the cocktail hour, straps slip off the thought box, the contents spill out and scatter.

For the sake of entertainment, I think, let’s say there’s a god. Continue reading →

Great ideas, no response, ugly results.

Happens often.

Usually, I get past the disappointment; the bruise heals, the insult fades.

Not this time

The plague is upon us, and this prompts me to remember an opportunity lost, to rub a bruise still tender decades after the injury. Continue reading →

Donnie forks a load of material through the entrance to his chow chute.

The governor issued an order requiring restaurants to close indoor seating service and go to take-out only. It’s pandemic time, kids. Wake the fuck up, and shelter in place!

We’re not quite awake.

Donnie’s in the driver’s seat of his 2017 Nissan Juke. I’m in the opposite-side, rear passenger seat, as near to six feet distant from my host as I can manage. The windows are open.

We’re eating breakfast in a car, in the parking lot of our favorite cafe, our food delivered in large, styrofoam containers. Continue reading →

Recent events have me thinking.

More or less.

A theory: head injuries are a factor, if not a major factor, influencing the course of personal and collective human experience and history. The head injury holds its own with disease in this regard.

What say you? Continue reading →