Journal Entry 5.11.2016 – Magical Memories of Christmas and France

Yesterday I spend a number of hours applying a finishing coat to the new fence.  This offered a lot of time to think and I thought I’d write a few down here.  The time is now 4:57 AM and I had thought I’d go to the gym but I’m behind in writing so glad I’ve…… Continue reading Journal Entry 5.11.2016 – Magical Memories of Christmas and France

Lies, all lies

They say that living in the modern day city is a factor which contributes to mental illness.  I moved from San Francisco six years ago but I believe we are still close enough to this ground zero that we can still feel the mental illness inducing effects.  Perhaps this is why I’m starting to be…… Continue reading Lies, all lies

I am not a writer

The question popped into my head the other day, if I considered myself a writer or not.  I certainly like to write in my blog here but would I be considered a writer if someone other than myself were to ask me that question? No, I am not a writer. A writer is one who:…… Continue reading I am not a writer

Journal Entry 4.28.2016

It is 5:46 AM on chilly Wednesday morning.  I’m still not back to normal due to a nasty cold: I’ve got a consistent headache, my thoughts are negative and I’m having a hard time getting motivated to do anything.  This cold has lasted almost two weeks but it looks like I’m on the mend which…… Continue reading Journal Entry 4.28.2016

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A Melancholy Toast

Write this a while ago, forgot to put it in the blog.  Is a work in progress: Part I (11/14/2014) To the Asian bar girls who are no longer 24To my beautiful girlfriends who never found a compatible man; and who probably never willTo old relationships whose flame I can still feelTo the roads not taken,…… Continue reading A Melancholy Toast

Memories of Raymond Memorial and Wilson Road Golf Courses

Wilson Road Golf Course

It is 6:31 AM.  I just opened the door and for the first time in a while heard the Robin’s singing their morning songs and memories of my job at Raymond Memorial and Wilson Road Golf Courses – where I did maintenance – came flooding back to me. This happens every time I heard them…… Continue reading Memories of Raymond Memorial and Wilson Road Golf Courses