Smokin!

House

My house in Vicksburg is for sale and I’ve got contractors going in and out refinishing, painting, fixing, sprucing, trimming, replacing, and cleaning everything I can think of and/or afford in hopes of making the house nicer than it ever was while I lived in it so that someone will walk in the door and beg me to let them pay me a trainload of money for it. Isn’t that a little depressing that I’m making my house nicer so that someone else can enjoy it? Continue reading

Narcos happened

I chatted Friday morning with a coworker who emigrated from Colombia about 20 years ago as a young adult. We were having just your regular old chit chat, nothing special, coworker-type conversation that many of you also had, I’m sure. Then, for some reason, I asked if she’d seen the Netflix series Narcos and if it was an accurate portrayal of what life was like in Bogota during the reign of Pablo Escobar and the warring drug cartels. Continue reading

High skies and calm seas

calm winds

August awoke, his head pounding, confused, like an aged amateur boxer struggling to figure out what day it was. He struggled to sit upright, fighting against the snarled cordage ensnaring him, and then, he paused for a moment, laying still as his senses came back online slowly, one after the other until the events from the night before became clearer. Continue reading