I’m at a point in my life where I don’t relish the new year. Times past, I looked forward to the ball dropping on Times Square, not much this year. I’m deathly afraid, and this is what I feared back in 2020, that people would rather elect a tyrant into the presidency
Category Archives: My Experiences
A Lot Has Happened
I’m home in my fifth wheel trailer and watching Sunday Night Football as Elsa my Amazon makes a mess on the living room carpet turning a cardboard box into shredded paper. The news has been dismal as is normal even though it’s the Holiday season of Peace on Earth and goodwill toward Man.
Roads From Tennessee: Final Day
He appeared happy and thanked me. I then gave Terry, Greg’s wife a hug and went to the pickup, threw my suitcase and laptop inside and we were off to Memphis to fly back to Spokane. The road trip back was …
Roads From Tennessee: Day 6
It’s a Baptist church in Corinth, Mississippi. It’s a large building that Greg informed me could hold well over a thousand worshippers. We parked nearby and Terry got onto a wheelchair that Greg provided her from the back area of the Kia SUV she had bought a while back.
Roads From Tennessee
Tuesday afternoon I left Spokane on a Delta flight bound to Atlanta. I arrived around 7:30 and was on the Delta concourse that was an airport all itself. I vaguely remembered coming through Atlanta when I left Fort Jackson after my initial training after joining the National Guard.
Book Review
In Schellhammer’s novel, an elderly serial killer chronicles an alarming string of murders he’s committed over the course of decades.
Roads From Tennessee Day 1
To start with, people in Tennessee talk funny. It’s also contagious. I had a heck of a time returning back to my normal accent. It must’ve been three days before I stopped combining you and all.
Crapped Out
Bob had no idea what town this was that they stopped in front of a building whose lights and neon flashed and buzzed like a swarm of bees. He looked at the site, staring at it, willing it to disappear as snow fell steadily. The sign showing “Treasure Island Resort and Casino” appeared like a siren call.
Night Fear: Part 2
“I guess, what kind of game, Xanadu?” “I ask you a question about yourself, and you answer truthfully. Then you do the same, ask me a question and I answer truthfully.” The thought of this both intrigued and frightened me.
Roads From Tennessee
To start with, people in Tennessee talk funny. It’s also contagious. I had a heck of a time returning back to my normal accent. It must’ve been three days before I stopped combining you and all. My bestie had wanted, no begged me to go and visit his place down in Savannah, a mostly rural community.
Jerry Schellhammer 