A Time and a Place
For the first time I noticed how many guns there were. It seemed like everybody had one, some people had several, strapped on their belts, slung over their shoulders, a bellicose display of power.

For the first time I noticed how many guns there were. It seemed like everybody had one, some people had several, strapped on their belts, slung over their shoulders, a bellicose display of power.

There Is no “Retirement for Dummies,” no Idiot’s Guide, no road maps, no soggy, stained barroom napkins with a bar graph and cryptic, bulleted list that somehow crystalizes into a bright, clear path to peace and happiness in the middle of the night


In our haste to get to our location we routinely rocket past charming, delightful places. Sometimes we don’t even see them thanks to all the planning and work put into our highway system.

It was a dark night, and the dawn came wet and cold, it was miserable. In a way the drizzle was worse than real rain, leaving spots on eyeglasses and windshields.

Life is compromise, sacrifice, instant karma. Everything you get is tied to everything you do. It’s the religion of the living, the here and now, if you want to see a little heaven you have to earn it.

Somehow I really think I am a better person for the stupidity. Somehow it seems that if you don’t let your hair down once in a while and just give in to silliness you can never understand life. If you don’t laugh at reality, reality will laugh at you.

Before I could get to the stairs Santa appeared in front of the fire place. He dropped his bag, it hit the floor with a soft thud, almost inaudible. A soft groan escaped his lips as he placed the palm of his hands on his lower back and stretched. He looked exhausted.