“This is why I like this car!” I told Tamera and Sonya while I passed three John Deere tractors and a pilot vehicle on the Pasco-Kahlotus Road heading toward Levy Park. In no time had I seen my opportunity on the stretch of two-lane paved road cleared and hit the afterburners and was pushing over eighty miles per hour.
Category Archives: My Experiences
The Campout
My youngest sister and I planned this months ago after I bought my new car. She couldn’t or didn’t have the time for me to go all the way to Bend, Oregon where she lives, so compromised on Charbonneau Park, not too far from the Tri-Cities where we grew up.
All These Icons Are Gone
Last week we lost some pretty familiar if not famous people who entertained us these last fifty or forty years. Ozzy Osbourne of Black Sabbath fame was my first exposure to this thing called heavy metal.
A Difference in Time and Place
Twenty-five years ago I would’ve considered what happened last Friday just a case of bad timing. A runner or jogger was struck by a car, and the driver was allegedly intoxicated at the time of this accident.
Tommy’s First Month: A New Beginning in His Forever Home
As I mentioned through the point of view of my parrot, Elsa, Tommy was a bountiful ball of energy and curiosity. He had to check everything out. One month later, he’s still checking everything out.
Maybe A Solution
I go through Spokane on occasion because I still have appointments to keep.
The other day I drove by apartments that were vacated because they were drug dens, and many people were fed up with these residences.
The consequence? More homelessness than ever.
Unfortunate News
Sunday was probably the worst, though there have been other incidents too. The incident of a father killing his three young daughters, comes to mind. Then two weeks ago on Fathers’ Day. There a motorcyclist was ran into by a man who also tried car jacking another car and shot an Idaho man who had a permit to carry a firearm.
More About Assumptions
The other day I got a handful of mail from my son-in-law Nicolas. Two that caught my eye were from a couple of groups I wasn’t aware of even existed. So, I read them and promptly threw both into the trash.
Backward Running Clock, Revisited
The dream returned but different. The dream where Momma doesn’t care if I look into the sun anymore. Momma is but a distant memory. She blew her mind out in a crash; didn’t wake up to avoid the collision.
My Marketing Interview for I Albert Peabody
My loyal readers, I have an interview conducted with Logan Crawford, shown live on Friday June 13, 2025. While I’m not the best participant in this question and answer forum, I’m sure you will get the gist of what the book I Albert Peabody: Confessions of a Serial Killer, is about.
Jerry Schellhammer 