Monthly Archives: November 2016
The storm raged, the wind howled, lighting flashed, and thunder rolled. Yet, there I sat, drenched, valiantly securing the tent flap. “Great start to our trek,” I mumbled. “What?” Derrell asked, flipping his lighter. “Dang rain.” He clicked his lighter a few more times then gave up, leaving the unlit cigarette in his mouth. “I could use some coffee.” It was only our first day. Derrell had promised great fishing, but then he always promised great fishing. “Boundary Waters will…..
On cue, with family, friends, food, football, and the noise of children at play – Thanksgiving has gobbled its way between the spooks of Halloween and good old Santa Claus. “But the world is so messed up, for what can we be thankful?” you ask. There are some individuals, perhaps many, who feel that we have small reason to give thanks, of any kind. Sadly, they are obsessed with only one aspect of life. We need to look beyond the…..
Darkening skies, flashes of light and deafening echoes greeted us as we climbed out of our transports. Six nervous young men – no, we were just boys. “Wait here,” Stan ordered. “I’ll check with HQ.” Our leader smiled and sprinted toward the personnel carriers; with two previous tours, he exuded confidence. Being rookies, the six of us leaned heavily on Stan. After all, we were but babes in the woods. Detailed as a mechanized crew, we felt special – but…..
“The electorate is more polarized that anytime in history,” intoned the ‘oh so serious’ talking head. I laughed so hard that I spilled my drink. Seriously, I spilled my drink. “How about 1960’s?” I yelled at the screen. Yes, this election has been nasty, but really – worst ever? Collecting my thoughts, I remembered a phenomenon that I call viewports of history. Sadly, most people only understand the history they have lived, ignoring earlier history. If they did not live…..
Standing tall at the tiller was Olde Captain Dane. The dapper young fellow carried only a cane. A signal from Dane and the anchor was lowered. Nodding approval, “To the boats,” he ordered. The Reliant had an obedient crew. Jumping as one, each knew what to do. Boarding the boats, they rowed with a purpose. Oars sliced the water, dotting foam on the surface. The trip to the shore was but a short reach. Soon, with whistle and holler, they…..
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