…sits down and orders a shot of Jack and whatever cheap beer they have on tap. Dispensing with Jack, he takes a baby sip of the beer to rinse the palate and, like he always does, he takes in the crowd not by...
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At 65, I Finally Know What I Wanna Do When I Grow up
I was born in Washington DC and grew up in a Maryland suburb just over the line. All of my extended family lived up in the Harpers Ferry part of the state, out in The Boondocks, and despite my growing up a city...
Retributive Injustice
Before there were Kings, there was order and cooperation in pursuit of the shared goal of survival; small groups formed to sustain themselves, undertaking tasks according to individual merit, competence, and proven...
Attempting The Overthrow Of A Free People
In part III of Thomas Paine’s “Common Sense” published a few months prior to the Declaration of Independence, Paine made the observation that “a government which cannot preserve the peace, is no...
The Chime Of Zen
Walking along the outside wall, making my way past the store windows into the knife section, I came to a screeching halt.
Killing Your Children
A fairly well-known proverb, wrongly attributed to failed presidential candidate Hillary Clinton, says that “it takes a village to raise a child.” Wikipedia (not always terribly reliable) tells us this quote...
“Essential American Wisdom”: An Introduction
Though certainly not a commercial success by any means, my journey in putting together my first novel – “Unwashed Philosophy: A User’s Guide To Our Imperfect Union” – (available via Kindle...
When The Feigned Outrage(s) Met Their Maker
Old enough to remember a world that was only connected by pen, paper & stamp, or rotary dial phones, I can assure the younger generations that “Social” Media has completely kicked the legs out from...
So… I’ve Been Writing A Book
As Mark Twain once said, “The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.” I’m not aware, of course, that anyone actually suggested that I had swan dived” off this Mortal coil but I like the...
Descended from a long line of Appalachians, on the McCoy side of the feud, David was raised in a God-centric and American pride-influenced home in which kindness, human decency, humility, grace, self-respect, and good manners were expected and enforced. Blinded by three strokes and no longer able to read or write, David developed methods to compensate for these challenges in order to continue communicating; while acknowledging that there is more life in his rear-view mirror than whatever lies ahead through the front windshield, he insists this doesn't mean he has nothing left to say.
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