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His name is John.His cardboard sign reads, “Birmingham.”John stands about 5’11 and weighs 160, soaking wet.His footwear is Carhartt Workboots. People swear that Carhartt Workboots are the best. This shows that he is very conscientious about his feet.He wears an Army Green long sleeve button-up shirt.His pants match the shirt.His face is weather-beaten.His hair is…
Read More“Amy;” That was her name.Thin, 5’7. Long black hair. Amy is in her forties—A pretty face with a cute smile. I was out shopping for ingredients to make homemade pizza dough. I noticed a lady scoping me out.When I looked at her, she looked away. Then, I could see her looking back at me out…
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I’ve been reading John Steinbecks “The Grapes of Wrath.”An online friend mentioned it, and I realized I had never read it.It is an American Classic, so I needed to read it.I’m currently on Chapter 15. I get myself mentally “dressed” when reading such books.I’m wearing oily overalls with an oily “nice” coat that I wear…
Read MoreGrowing up, one of the first books I was assigned to read was “Of Mice And Men.”It was the Seventh Grade.I fell in love with it. In fact, I couldn’t wait to get to the end to see the farmhouse and land that George and Lennie were going to buy.I couldn’t wait for Lennie to…
Read MoreI’m standing in a lush Wheatfield.It stands waist-high. The wind blows softly.It’s tranquil in this moment. I feel young and free. I look to my left and see my best friend from when I was twenty.He’s got his hand on top of the tall Wheat, letting it sway underneath his hand.He stands in peace. Not…
Read MoreI met up with “Lou” today. I’ve written about him before, and I promised not to change his name to something “stupid.”“You can use my name!” He said.And, so I will.There was a thirty-year gap when we didn’t see each other.Life does that. We met in Fultondale, Alabama—our old “Stompin’ Grounds.”I lived in Fultondale until…
Read MoreOne of my earliest memories.The place? Southeastern Meats.I was Seven. Walking through the doors, I was holding my momma’s hand.We were shopping for more than just “Meats.” They had other items there. “Wait, momma!” I heard a noise. Well, not just a noise but a voice.“Momma, stop!” I looked around. I could hear something familiar.…
Read MoreI got up this morning pretty sore with electrical shocks from my Spinal Cord shocking the fire outta me.I was lying in the “Baby” position. I dreamt I was handcuffed to a Handicapped parking spot.No vehicle. Just me standing there handcuffed.There’s one for the ol’ therapist… But, today is gonna be a great day.See, I’m…
Read MoreI’ve been listening to “Tom Sawyer” on Audible and reading “Catcher In The Rye” on paperback.So, it’s no wonder I’ve been reflecting on my Childhood and reminiscing. Hearing about “Tom Sawyer” and the H-E-Double Hockey Stick he put his Aunt through brings to mind us three boys and our Mom. At any given time, I…
Read More—One Friday Night— Life is so much easier without alcohol in it.It’s important for you to know that I no longer drink. Being born with Spina Bifida is hard. Life is hard—mine and yours.As I’ve said in other posts, I couldn’t have “sex.” My body does not produce the sperm needed to create a child,…
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