As I have mentioned in previous blogs my personal growth was retarded, not because I had a mental condition where I was incapable of learning, but because of my speech impediment and sheer laziness on my part that before I knew it, I was three years behind in my schooling.
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Writings Update
My loyal fans I’m giving you an update on my writings thus far. I’m slowly making progress on my African American cowboy western, Nate Turner. He’s done the runaway slave, worked as a stevedore at a Cincinnati dock ….
Handle Hard Better
There’s a women’s basketball coach at Duke University whose mantra has become an attitude and a testament to strive for in life, “Handle Hard Better.”
Effects
I’m tired of reporting about mass shootings of innocent people. I mean, anymore we all have become numb to this madness. Politicians either don’t or can’t do anything about this. Obviously, they are weak old men and women who rather put out press releases and promising something must be down someday.
End of an Era
There was a building years ago on East Sprague in Spokane that catered to the sex industry, calling itself Déjà vu, an adult dance club, where as my son in law described so eloquently Sunday morning was a haven for all things bad.
A Knight Crime
Johnny Knight had a serious drug habit. A habit so bad it cost him his acting career. Twelve years after he starred in a successful television comedy, he presumably had his life turned around.
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.
Book Review
In Schellhammer’s novel, an elderly serial killer chronicles an alarming string of murders he’s committed over the course of decades.
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.
Warped
Bob saw the images flashing through his eyes into his brain. Waves of nausea moved from his stomach and into his throat, gagging noises emitting from his mouth. The car he rode in seemingly floated on a black ribbon, headlight beams navigating between flashing white lines and a long snake-like line ran endlessly on his right.
Jerry Schellhammer 