An irregular journal of Thoughts, Stories, Ideas, and Recollections
I don’t remember her name, but I do remember her. Let’s call her ‘Susan’. A second-hand bookshop tends to attract unusual characters. Sometimes I felt like a bartender without alcohol involved. People seem to have the notion that a bookshop (particularly the small second-hand type) is a place
Let's have some fun with Shakespeare, Hamlet, and Facebook Ah, to post or not to post, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous Facebook comments Or to write a reply against a sea of troubles And
In the early 1980s I lived in a small town in southern New Mexico called Alamogordo. I had a job that required my going to Chino, California, at least once or twice a month, which entailed having to drive two hours through the desert to get a plane in El
It was a cool October morning as I walked along the northern shore of Lake Ontario picking up a few rocks that caught my eye. They were not particularly beautiful or exceptional in any obvious way, yet I brought them home. I contacted some rock and mineral enthusiasts that I
There is a poignant quote from a Star Trek TNG episode entitled "The Measure of a Man". In this story, Data is threatened with being deconstructed by a Star Fleet scientist in order to theoretically enable the creation of more Data-like androids. There is risk in the procedure
During some tidying, I found a book that contained a poem I wrote in 1972 (more than 50 years ago!) when I was a teenager. Pensive, pretentious, questioning, yet perceived as superficial. I wonder what she was really like — that girl who used to be me. Little did she know