It’s been one hell of a week I’ll grant you that. Sorry my loyal readers for not reaching out to you earlier. It does seem like events occur by luck or fate, in terms of threes. This past week was no exception. Remember the Clint Eastwood Spaghetti western, The Good the Bad and the Ugly? This would be entitled, Bad, Good and Sad.
Tag Archives: life
Hot Rod Lincoln
The heat above the track didn’t just rise—it shimmered. It was a midsummer night, long past midnight, and only the headlights of two powerful cars cut through the darkness as their V-8 engines rumbled. Beyond them stretched pitch-black emptiness and a sky crowded with stars.
Strange People
It’s me, Tommy, you know Master Jerry’s cat. Elsa and I had this strange visit the other day by these strange people that just came in out of the blue. At least I wasn’t aware they were coming. It does explain Master Jerry’s strange behavior before they arrived.
Another Loss
Not that I enjoy expressing sad news to you my loyal readers, but this truly is where the cure is as bad as the disease. A hotel housekeeping supervisor who I have known for a few years passed away last week. I was off on the day it happened and so I learned about it fourth hand and not altogether certain how much I’m conveying is actually the truth.
A Man on the Cross
Trust me, I’m not trying to be blasphemous. But many years ago, back in the eighties my BFF sat upon a cross that overlooked Flat top, a hill in the middle of West Richland. You can still see pretty much anywhere in the greater Tri Cities area; the cross not so much.
Co-Depending with Ernie
Long ago when was just starting my life as an apprentice alcoholic, I became friends with my boss, a cook at the Elks Lodge in West Richland. I remember his first name, Ernie, but not his last; not that it matters. Suffice to say he was the journeyman alcoholic that I strived to become.
Natural Pastime
Oh, the seventies growing up, so much to do and a teenager like me enjoying every moment of it. There were the bicycle rides to Lost Lake, a shallow pond within an oasis of trees, mostly Alder and Russian Olive. Not far from there was the old Tri-City Raceway, a quarter mile tri-oval track for wannabe stock car drivers.
The Mind
Science geek here again. This time I’m considering the mind, brain generally, and our perceptions of what we perceive as reality. I’m of an opinion that though everyone might see the same thing, how each individual perceives what he sees are as different as night and day.
Dressing for a Change
I’m so glad I’m not the only person that thinks the current fashion comfort overlooking nice and decent. I read and saw the news about how Tampa International Airport had banned wearing pajamas at their airport. It might appear “tongue in cheek,” but I’m of a view that perhaps there is a lesson to be learned here.
Ambulance Chasing
It wasn’t until I had my stroke in 2002 that I realized the true cost of healthcare. I saw the ambulance charge for the ride that went from the Moose Lodge on Lidgerwood at that time to the nearest hospital not more than perhaps a mile away, tops.
Jerry Schellhammer 