I recently finished Irving Stones massively word dense and incredibly detailed 856 page book on Sigmund Freud, " The Passions of the Mind". After reading this I think I could probably tell you what he had for dinner on August 2, 1889.

Nuclear war has broken out between Cynthia and Dr. Tom and neither of them are taking prisoners.

Are you as tired as I am of the unseemly endless squabbling over the body of Anna Nicole Smith? Consider this too; James Brown died on Christmas Day of last year, he is yet to buried, his relatives and wife are still fighting over his remains to this day. I have the solution to both problems: mummify their bodies, put them in specially designed ( Read more... )

Cynthia had told me to be sure to call to let her know that I had made it safely to Knoxville and of course, when I dutifully telephoned she didn't answer and the call went to voice mail. In the background of her recorded message George Strait was singing. I know her well, you see, George Strait means only one thing - Jeff. One day Jeff will ( Read more... )

The shuttle that I had scheduled the previous day picked me up on the dot. I preferred to be driven to the airport rather than drive and leave my car in long term parking. It is one less thing that I have to worry about. I had called the airline the day before and had gotten the information on which terminal to go to and my departure gate, B-17 ( Read more... )

Flying has never bothered me in the least bit. However, getting to the airport to catch a flight ironicly is another matter entirely. I am a bundle of nerves until I am actually seated on the plane and then I am as relaxed as if I was sitting at home on my couch with my feet propped up on the coffee table.

The charges against Cynthia over the Walmart incident were dismissed "in the interests of justice". I find that an interesting term. I wonder if that is justice with a big J or the little justice of expedience? Walmart's staff of lawyers threatened a civil suit.

The one time I was in Beirut, my parents and I had flown into the Beirut International Airport from Tehran, Iran where for the previous two and a half years my father, a U.S. Army officer, had been assigned to a military advisory team attached to the Iranian Army. Looking back from our current tense vantage point of saber rattling with Iran, it ( Read more... )

Cold pepperoni pizza and chocolate birthday cake with whipped cream for breakfast today. Sometimes you just have to let go and fall backwards into that soft feather bed of self indulgence.

For a long time now I have been standing at a crossroad with a suitcase in my hand.
Waiting for something to happen, I got a swift kick in the behind while I wasn't watching.