I have a short story on Kindle for Free today and I think Sunday. King of Podunk
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Just finished and placed my third book on Amazon. I think I am ready to go back to work full time. I have a feeling boredom is just around the corner.
Get a chance check them out. These are approximate prices. With Amazon, you save several different ways and it depends a little on where you live.
Read a few chapters at Amazon. If you are interested and want an autographed copy, send me an email with your address. All three will be $30.00 any two will be $25.00 and Bubba Jones or Killing in the Delta will be $15.0 each. Back Porch Dramas are $13.50 each.
This includes shipping anywhere in the good old USA. firstname.lastname@example.orgTell me what you would like the autograph page to say. If you live in the area drop me, a line and I will get one to you.
I think it is time we call Christmas, Memas. Lets face the truth. When Old Blue Eyes said I want it my way he was ahead of his time.
Today we both want and demand it our way. When growing up, I made a list of what you wanted for Christmas.
Mama smiled, We’ll see what Santa thinks.” When you walked out the room she threw the list in the trash and got you what she could afford.
When you looked under the tree you forgot about what you ask for and was over joyed with what you received. Today people ask for money or cards where they can get what they want. They call ahead and let you know what they expect for Christmas dinner.
Can you imagine telling your grandmother what you would and wouldn’t eat.
Now take it to the next step. In our city the mayor decided to call the Christmas parade a mid-winter parade. One atheist said he refused to watch anything that had Christ in it.
I wrote the mayor and said I did liked the name and that I actually paid taxes. He somehow found out that I was a W.A.S.P. and didn’t take my request seriously. In case you don’t know what a wasp is. White Anglo-Saxon Protestant.
Then there are governors that say I like the name winter tree better so the rest of you can suck a lemon.
The president the congress and the senate all say me, me, me. Screw all of you tax payers. Don’t bother to tell me one side or the other is right. They are wrong and can’t any of them speak a whole sentence without using me or I.
You can’t get rid of your family but I just can’t understand why we keep reelecting these idiots.
If I don’t write again, have a Merry Christmas. Yes I said it and I mean it. If you don’t like it, don’t except it.
One last thing, are any of you allowing your children to set in the Mid Winter Man’s lap. Even sounds freaky doesn’t it.
I am not much on sharing my personal life on the blog. Today I feel in the Christmas spirit so I will.
I am sorry about getting into an argument about putting up the Holiday lights. I guess that sometimes I feel like you are pushing me too hard when you want something. I realize that I was wrong and I am apologizing for being such a hard-headed guy. All I want is for you to be happy and be able to enjoy the holiday season. Nothing brightens the holidayspirit like holiday lights! I took the time to hang the lights for you today; and now I will be off to the hockey rink.
Again, I am very sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I’ll be home later.
I love you too!
Maybe it is age or maybe there is something in some of us that simply makes us different. In my family I am the different one.
My wife and kids, even my grandchildren seem to have no interest in yesterday. They only want to know about today and sometimes tomorrow.
My bucket list and my wife’s are to totally different things. My wife’s is more typical. She wants to visit far away places and see new things. I to share many of those same desires. Still, I have a bigger bucket I suppose. I want to stand where Willie Morris stood and wrote. I want to go up the road a piece to see his grave and then by his old home and perhaps by where his grand parents once lived. I want to retrace some of the steps I took as a kid.
I have no interest in reliving the past. Yet I have a burning desire to at least visit it. Maybe I am too sentimental for my own good.
Some people take their past and pack it neatly away. Me, my yesterdays, today and tomorrows are all weaved in the same moment
Hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving. If you think about it and have a second. Remember one from years gone by that was really special to you. Memories are God’s gift. Hold on to them as long as possible.
Write them down then when you grow old and the shadows begin to cross your mind you can read them and remember all over again. They will be like gifts. Just think of the excitement they will bring to you.
As crazy as the world is today we may not be around come Thanksgiving. I will go ahead and post this one just a little early and not take the chance.
Suppose the gobbler said to his hen?
Go out and chop the old man’s head off.
You know the one with the flowing beard.
The fat one that is strutting around so weird.
I want you to cook him golden tan.
Make sure there is lots of juice in the pan.
Silly me, you know how I like my man.
Suppose the hen said to the gobbler?
Dear, I invited Bambi for dinner.
Oh great Honey, Thanksgiving wouldn’t be the same without her.
What if Bambi had a gun?
Would all the hunters run?
What if the turkey had an axe?
Would you possibly wax?
Times sure have changed. My wife and I took my grandson out to a fairly nice restaurant the other night. It was a hibachi grill. Everyone sat around and talked and watched the chief.
Not really, that is how it would have happened a few years ago. This time my wife and I talked while everyone else at the table played on their phone. I mean everyone.
I don’t even know why the poor chief went to the trouble of doing all the tricks with the knives and spatchlers. Besides Pam and myself, no one else looked up.
When the food was placed on the plates most had to finish their texting before they could even eat.
I suppose I am getting old but whatever happen to talking to the person you are with?
I have a question. When I was in my teens, we went parking. This meant finding a secluded place and fog up some windows. What do they do now? Text someone else and talk about romance.
I agree with Einstein. You will see his comment in the last photo.
I believe in the next four to ten-year life in the United States is going to evaporate. At least to the sense you will no longer recognize it.
It would be easy to blame all this on Obama. The truth is he doesn’t have that much power. We are a divided country that is involved in wars all over the world. Our economy is on the verge of crashing and grows closer to that each month.
No matter who is in office, there is a grid-lock. Nothing ever gets done except our representatives and few of their friends get richer.
Do you know who are the cock roaches that survive this political nuclear bomb are?
I know a half-dozen. They are blanketed against the most political turmoil.
Here is a profile of this new-age cock roach.
They have jobs. They work when they can find work and then only if it doesn’t interfere with their hunting or other enjoyments.
They normally don’t have a drivers license. Their last wreck or DUI took care of that.
They have the title to their old car or truck. They often got it by working for it or trading something they owned of value. Their modest home is normally rented and paid for in cash each week. Their addresses change two or three times a year.
Some do some don’t, but many commit petty larceny for pocket-money and emergency spending.
They draw no government check nor do they ever pay any taxes.
They have pay as you go phones. They don’t own a computer or even an email address.
They never spend more than they can earn or steal. The utility bill deposit is often in their dog’s name. They don’t register to vote. This means no jury duty. They live on the fringes of society.
Watch this group grow by leaps and bounds over the next few years. This leaves the rich to take care of the poor and the politicians to rob everyone blind. However, this group will survive. They are the new-age cock roaches. The odd thing there are everywhere, and most people don’t even see them.