I have long ago grown weary of euphemisms used to blur, mislead or hide actuality. For instance, once I am dead, I died. I did not “pass on;” “go to a better place” or “transition.” I died. Although, I have a personal euphemism that I like, some people would not like hearing that I “croaked.” My thoughts about using…Continue
A few years ago, I am sure that someone slipped into my house and drugged me. I don’t know what they gave me, but it has turned me into an emotional wreck. That has to be the case. Simply said, I was drugged because the person I am now would be despicable to my former self. It may not seem a big deal to some, but lately…Continue
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker . . .
Some people call me the space cowboy; some call me the gangster of love . . .
I'm none of those, although I might just be a bit of a joker. If you must choose how to label me, I made a short list. I am a published author, a million dollar sales manager, a musician capable of playing woodwinds, brass and keyboards, a marksman, a journalist, a teacher, a…Continue
Okay. I tried to sucker you thinking this was going to be about prostitutes or at least the ones familiar to all of us. However, this about the so-called red-light traffic management systems used around the country and how they are full of whole for legal challenges, but to challenge the accuracy and effectiveness of…Continue
Not very often does a book come along that I feel is about me until I read Ian Leslie’s book “Curiosity: The Desire to Know and Why Your Future Depends on It.” I shouldn’t be writing this review because I am biased, which a reporter should never be. However, within six-pages, “Curiosity,” it made me feel as if I had…Continue