Think Global, Act Local

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Think Global, Act Local.”

“Think global, act local.” Write a post connecting a global issue to a personal one.


Many years ago, while cleaning up after a New Years Eve party, the host asked that I separate the plastics, glass and paper for depositing into the recycle bins the local trash company supplies.

I was a little annoyed, until I began to see the volume of plastics, glass and paper separated and placed into the bins that over flowed.

A couple of years later I toured the local landfill where the recycling program was completely implemented and was significant in separating the recycled materials collected by the various trash companies. The volumes to which what can be recycled is incredible.

However, people who dump trash at sea, should be punished to the full extent of the law. Documentaries have been produced detailing the horrors of how much trash is in the oceans while governments around the world work together to clean up the vast amounts of trash at sea.

Most of the trash is forming small island of waste, and yet that isn’t the true issue that threatens out future. As the trash deteriorates at sea, it is ingested by many forms of sea life. It is safe to assume, we humans should not consume microscopic pieces of plastics over our life time, and neither should ocean life.

It is every generations responsibility to care for the planet, since we only get one.The following link provides details, documenting the issues surrounding the horrors of plastics at sea. How Big is the “Great Pacific Patch?” Science vs Myth.


“Use it or lose it,” A short story.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Use It or Lose It.”

Write about anything you’d like, but make sure the post includes this sentence: “I thought we’d never come back from that one.”


Fulfilling dreams especially bucket list dreams can be extremely heart warming and enchanting.

One of Howard’s life long dreams was to hike the Appalachian trail and when he settled into retirement, he began planning his long-awaited bucket list dream. Howard spent a year preparing, training and purchasing the necessary equipment he needed, for six months on the trail.

On the first day of Howard’s long awaited hike, he began at the trail’s head in Georgia and within two days, he realized how physically difficult his dream hike would be to attain.

A couple of days later while in North Carolina he called home to check in with his wife of 47 years to tell her where and how he was doing. When he did fail to reach her by telephone, he became extremely concerned fearing the worst. He called his neighbor Peter and Marsha Winston who have been his neighbors for twenty years.

He began to panic when Marsha, started crying at the sound of his voice on the phone. With fear in his voice, he repeatedly asked Marsha what was wrong and did not receive any response from her. Suddenly Peter took the phone from Marsha and asked Howard to sit down as he had something to say to him.

Peter began to explain that Howard’s wife confided in Marsha, that she was leaving him and two days earlier, she packed up the car, a small moving truck and move out of their home.

Howard was devastated, to say the least and speechless for several moments while on the phone with Peter. Howard thanked Peter for passing on the information to him and hung up the phone.

Howard spent the next several hours sitting against a tree crying and contemplating what had gone wrong in his marriage, causing his beloved wife to leave him while he was attempting his dream of hiking the Appalachian Trail.


He hiked for another day mostly in a depressed mental haze and eventually gave up on his dream in the mountains of North Carolina where he caught a ride from a Appalachian Trail worker, who drove him to catch a bus home to Connecticut.

Once home, Peter picked him up at the bus depot, however as soon as he arrived home, the local sheriff’s deputy served him with a notice of divorce from his wife.

During the next twelve months, Howard began counseling and within a year, when his divorce was finalized he decided to attempt his dream of hiking Appalachian.

Howard went back to the trail head in Georgia to start again, and he quickly found the hiked helped him heal emotionally from his divorce. He stopped at a favorite hiker site called, Mountain Crossings, also known as the Walasi-Yi, Interpretive Center, where he spent the night.

When he awoke the following morning he walked over to the center to get a cup of coffee. He was browsing the store and read an old tattered note on the bulletin board stating. “Letter for Howard, see the Manager”

Howard identified himself to the clerk who called for the manager. The manager walked out from his office and asked Howard to follow him. They would go into his office

where he opened up his safe and retrieved an old white envelope address to Howard. The letter had no return address but Howard quickly realized it was from his ex-wife.

Howard, took the white envelope, and immediately noticed an object inside. When he opened the letter, he found his ex-wife’s wedding ring. He took it out looking at it for a moment.

The manager said. “I was beginning to believe no one would come back for that one.” Howard stared at the $60,000.00 three-Karat, flawless, diamond ring, and replied.

I did not come back for that one,” handing the envelope and ring to the manager, telling him to, give it to your wife, and walked out of the office.

Howard continued on to fulfill his dream of hiking the Appalachian Trail.


“Five a Day”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Five a Day.”

You’ve being exiled to a private island, and your captors will only supply you with five foods. What do you pick?


Some of these prompts encourage great thought on my part and I actually began laughing when I thought of the five food I have consumed on a daily basis for the years I was in the US military.

Although the Military was not my captor as I volunteered for duty, the daily food items served in the mess halls were the same, especially breakfast.

For three years, every morning after physical training I was subjected to the following five foods, no matter where I was assigned. They are, Oat Meal, Grits, Fried eggs / Egg omelette, Toast and meat of some sort.

The five food items, I chose to consume daily on a private Caribbean Island would be Salmon, Strawberries, Spinach, Dark wheat bread, and coconut milk.

It is amazing how my consumption of food has change to live a healthier lifestyle.



In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Undo.”

If you could un-invent something, what would it be? Discuss why, potential repercussions, or a possible alternative.


To un-invent or un-do anything will cause repercussions and problems for all involved, no matter what the subject, or social issues are, however, with so many considerations, I will make this simple.

I believe dog owners who pick up their dog’s poop by hand, should be un-invented.

I have been a dog and cat owner on several occasions throughout my life, and although I’m currently not a dog owner, I have never picked up my pets droppings specifically dog poop with my hand inside of a bag of any type.

I devoted at least twelve years of my life collecting dog poop in my backyard as a child, and teenager, and on several occasions, I step in my fair share of poop.

I was instructed and ordered by my father to sprinkle lime in the areas where the dog poop was located and because of me there were no sights or smells of dog poop in our backyard.

My children have were cat owners, so I have cleaned my share of cat litter boxes, but I refused to walk my dog and pick up their droppings by hand when I have a back yard for them to do their business.

My belief became an un-inventing idea, I passed on to my neighbor when, standing at my mail box one day. My neighbor walked past me with her Labrador Retriever, Misty on a leash in her right hand and a local plastic shopping bag in her left hand.

As we talked, the bag fell to the ground as she began to restrain Misty who was raring to leave. So, after I reached down for the bag to give it back to her, I asked, what was the bag for. She said, it’s to pickup the dog poop.

Now, I guess the perplexed look on my face startled her, as I imagined my neighbor reaching down to retrieve the dropping of her 90-pound Lab. When she asked, what’s wrong?

I said, you have, a half an acre of wooded backyard, with seven, 75-feet, Red Oak Trees, and you are about walk Misty and pickup her droppings? Why can’t Misty go before or wait until you two return home?

Now, after my comment, my neighbor offered me the most perplex look as she stood considering what I said. As she stood in thought staring at me, I commented on how she makes her two young daughters, under the age of ten, go to the bathroom before she leaves her hme to go shopping.

She smiled and said thank you. She turns around walking Misty to the side of her home, opening the wooden gate and yelled, “Go do your business!” Moments later, standing inside my garage, she waved as she pass with a smile on her face walking Misty up the street without the plastic bag.

Needless to mention, Misty now poops in the backyard exclusively and my neighbor’s husband covers the poop with lime and they have also trained Misty to go in one area of the backyard.

I think, un-inventing or un-doing the idea of picking up dog poop by hand would cause few repercussions. It would take every dog owner back to a time when dog owners picked up dog poop with a shovel made specifically for those who walk their dog.


I don’t see a day into the distant future when humans walking with their family members or children would stop to recover their fecal droppings by hand and carry them to a receptacle or back home for disposal.

Now, since cats use a litter box and dogs can learn how to use something similar within the home, who is the smarter of the species?

I cannot imagine as much as we love our pets and they love us in return, I cannot believe dogs without opposing thumbs will be wiping our butts.


“Cupids Arrow”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cupid’s Arrow.”

Write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry!


Cupids Arrow, is mythology that means desire and erotic love, attraction and affection. The image is linked with the son of the love goddess Venus and the Greek counterpart is Eros. However, Eros is apart ot classic Greek art as a slender winged guy in his youth during the Hellenistic period.

The bow Cupid portrays, is the source of power that when shot at someone causes uncontrollable desire. Many stories portray the iconic lover-boy in poetic themes and visual scenes causing people to think love conquers all.

Love is?

Love is passion?
Love is erotic?
Love is life?
Love is youthful, and mature?
Love is whatever ever you desire?
Now, with the various versions depicted over the centuries, why are countless couples suffering hardships when love conquers all?


“Clone Wars”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clone Wars.”

If you could clone yourself, how would you split up your responsibilities?


Many years ago, I watched the movie “Multiplicity,” causing me to reflect on the idea of cloning myself. Michael Keaton’s character clone himself and each copy took on different persona of the original.

After viewing the movie, I decided against cloning, because I would be deprived of the many aspects and the special moments of my life.

Now, if I could clone myself, while maintaining the memories my clones develop and experience, I would consider this an incredible opportunity. However, knowing how frugal I am, I would not pay the price to clone or multiply myself.

It would be cheaper and simpler to be me.


“Sliced Bread”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sliced Bread.”

Most of us have heard the saying, “That’s the best thing since sliced bread!” What do you think is actually the best thing since sliced bread?


There are numerous things in this world I consider the best thing next to sliced bread and topping my list are the automobile & computers. In my lifetime, I never experienced traveling by horse, or mule to get to a location, such as school, job, or going to visit a nearby friend.

I can’t imagine or appreciate the time it took to travel anywhere by horse.

I believe the computer, I use to respond to this prompt is better than a slice of bread, as I can order groceries and beverages all from my computer.

I vividly recall my college days 35-years ago, of visiting the library to conduct research, read and collect books for class assignments. I truly appreciate the ability to use my computer to complete all assignments of my current online courses, including this prompt.

My computer is the best damn thing next to slice bread, as I have a library at my finger tips, to check out any book, view periodicals, and conduct boundless amounts of research.

35-years ago, I could not imagine, or conceive of my computer and I’m quite sure my children will never appreciate their computer until they have to go without it.

Heck, I can’t imagine completing my Masters degree with just a box of pencils and many reams of line paper.


“Wall to Wall”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wall to Wall.”

What do you display on the walls of your home — photos, posters, artwork, nothing? How do you choose what to display? What mood are you trying to create?


The home is where the heart is and with the photos of my children, showing them growing over the years, adorning the walls of my home. My heart fills with a loving feeling warming my heart daily.

I purchased several painted portraits years ago and when I first viewed them on the walls in the store, they brought a smile to my face as they still do many years later.

Family photos, and decorative painted portraits brings a home alive, because memories warm the heart to cover the soul from “Wall to Wall”


“Buffalo Nickel”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Buffalo Nickel.”

Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?


Oh, I will never find coins laying in the cushions of my couch, as I place all of my coinage in a coin cup I keep on the counter as I enter my home. To follow the direction of this daily prompt, I dip my hand in the coin cup and pull out a coin, a penny to be exact, with the year of 1975!

Now, 1975, was a very good year, for I was a teenaged lad beginning my first year in middle school. After a hot summer in the city, I was, in my mind the coolest, young man I could be.

I had my blue bell-bottom jeans with silver studs of course, with a pressed crease, a fresh lined hair cut, a blue print shirt with brown suede, “Hush-puppy” shoes.

Oh, yeah, I distinctively recall the year, as I also had a pair of Black Chuck Taylor Tennis shoes, and a pair of blue and white plat-form shoes. Yeah, I was cool in my early teen years and dressed to show.

Oh yes, this is the year I gave up the view-master, GI-Joe action figures, toy trucks and car’s to include my Mattel, Hot-wheel cars and my old bicycle.

But, that summer, I gained a ten speed bicycle to take me further around my neighborhood, and I learned to play with “Click-Clacks,”  which were quickly banned because some kids kept getting hurt. I also dreamed of getting the new “Atari” game console for Christmas.


The music of 1975, was designed for me to be cool. I was listening to Minnie Riperton’s “Loving You,” Earth, Wind & Fire’s “Shinning Star,” The Spinners, “They just can’t stop it, the games people play,” The “O” Jays, “Give the People What they Want,” and my favorite the Ohio Players, “Love Rollercoaster!”

Oh yeah, 1975, was a very good year.

“First Light”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “First Light.”


Cold, cold, cold!

This is the first thought as my eyes open to view the dazzling sunshine piercing the sides of my bedroom window shades to begin a new day. I pull the heavy comforter over my head, because it is so cold and I know this feeling is not right.

I live in Southwest Florida where I believe the temperatures should not drop below 55 degrees in the winter. I have friends & family visiting who have escaped the brutal cold and snow of the Northeast. They are in heaven when the local temperature did not rise above 70 degrees.

I know, if my guest were not visiting, I would not leave the confines of my home until the temperature rises above 75 degrees, because in my opinion and thinning blood, anything below 70 degrees and it is too cold to visit the beach, golf, fish, bicycle, and most importantly kayak.

So, as I lay in bed, I dream of a morning into my future when my eyes open to view the sunlight piercing the shades of my bedroom window and the ceiling fan is cooling my room and not Mother-Nature.


The Transporter”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Transporter.”

Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.


During my early childhood, there was nothing like a lunch time peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich. Its unique texture, beginning with the first bite of softness of the two slices of white Wonder bread, then the soothing flavor of peanut butter and grape jelly filling my mouth, always brought a smile to my face.

When my mother gave me the lunch time sandwich, it highlighted a sultry summer with a mid day break, after a morning of playing in my backyard. I would sit on my bicycle, pretending I rode several miles to get this mid day treat. After finishing the sandwich, I dip a couple of chocolate-chip cookies, into a cup of vitamin D milk, and quickly finishing the milk, to make a milk mustache.

The smell of freshly mowed grass, my dog “Rex” sitting patiently, waiting for me to give him a pinch of the sandwich, and the sounds of Sly and the Family Stone’s, “Hot Fun in the Summer Time” blaring from my teenage neighbors stereo, always transports me back to my early childhood.


“Silver Screen Quotes”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Silver Screen.”

Take a quote from your favorite movie — there’s the title of your post. Now, write!


I have watched a lot of movies in my time and since my love of movies covers movies from the 1930’s to present day, I will start with the following but, First let me introduce myself, “Bond, James Bond”, and “I’ll make him an offer, he can’t refuse”

Now as you considered what I said, I have to ask. “Are you talking to me?” “Are you talking to me? ”

Now if those quotes don’t spring a thought for you, it’s possible “You can’t Handle the Truth,” but “Show me the money, because “There is no place like home.”

There are so many movie quotes that I just could just go on, but, “Heres looking at you kid.”


“Geocaching for Dummies”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “(Your Thing) for Dummies.”

Take a complicated subject you know more about than most people, and explain it to a friend who knows nothing about it at all


I enjoy many hobbies, however Geocaching is one I get excited about whenever I travel. Geocaching is one hobby for the entire family, and it can be played on any continent around the world.

The hobby is essentially a hide and seek game using a dedicated GPS device or using an application for your smart phone to locate caches located in the most unusual places.

The cache can range in size from a bottle cap to large five gallon buckets. There are virtual caches, that give the searcher an opportunity to learn about a park, monument, museum, lakes, and oceans, throughout the world. You can Geocahe by foot, bicycle, kayak, canoe, hiking, and of course by car.

There are specific caches for children and to see a child locate a cache will bring a smile to the face of any adult. The Youtube channel has hundreds of videos detailing the type, adventures and shrewd ways to Geocache.

For those who are into puzzles, there are Geocaches for you also. Click on the link above and checkout the world of Geocaching and if you have an adventurous spirit you will be hooked.


“No Thanks?”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No, Thanks.”

Is there a place in the world you never want to visit? Where, and why not?


I am an externally adventurous person and the bucket list I have is extensive and I cannot imagine any place on the planet I would not like to visit.

However, to answer this prompt, I will list the following locations, I will not visit and are not on my bucket list. The first is active volcanos, the second is former Nuclear reactor sites, and third current war ravished areas.

The reasons why I would not, are simple, they are too dangerous. I have survived some adventures in my life and falling into a volcano, visiting a former Nuclear site is not good for my skin and the war ravished areas are just a recipe for not returning home.

These, never to visit locations have a sense of danger for which I will rely on some else’s interpretation and photos and call that a visit.

I believe everything else is definitely worth a visit, although I am not a cold weather fan and any visit to a cold climate location, meaning the temperature drops below 50 degrees during the night. For these locations, I would love to step out of a plane view the surroundings, return to the plane and take off.

I will keep my bucket list simple, in a warm climate, without the threat of volcanos, and former nuclear reactor sites. “No thank you” to the locations I listed.


“Breaking the Law”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Breaking the Law.”

Think about the last time you broke a rule (a big one, not just ripping the tags off your pillows). Were you burned, or did things turn out for the best?


This is hard to conceive or recall as I have never intentionally broken the law, and not because of my past career, but being raised by a very strict duo team called parents.

I have over the years failed to head the warnings or didn’t read the instruction for the installation of a toilet fixture, assembling desks and couches.

I recall when the new Ikea furniture store open, I bought a couch and began assembling as soon as I arrived home. When I finished, I stood above marveling at the finished product. I quickly realized I still had twelve extra hex bolts and fasteners in the supply bag.

My son was helping me with this project and he quickly sat down before I could assess where the extra hardware was supposed to go. I started to tell him not to sit, however he being your typical nine-year old boy, he took it upon himself to test out the new couch.

I knew I had time to say something, however I guess this is one of the reasons we have children, you know to test out couches their fathers put together.

Now before anyone becomes alarmed, at five feet tall, he is a lot closer to the ground if something happens then I am plus, he is more pliable and durable than I.

Yes, of course, he fell through. I forgot to attach the thin plastic straps that keep the cushions from falling to the floor much like my son did. He let out a yell with a surprised look on his face and he immediately jumps up and looking at me believing it as a prank.

This was a great father son moment of teaching moment, as I explain to him, he is to never test anything he assembles until he completely reads the directions on how to assemble the product.

I told him this was an important law of knowledge and as he grows into a man, no matter how old he gets. He should never Break that Law.


” The Offer I couldn’t refuse”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Race the Clock.”

Here’s the title of your post: “An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse.”
Set a timer for ten minutes, and write it. Go!


It is the daily routine of life that keeps me fully grounded, with a walk in the mornings, reading, posting a blog and finally writing and research for my novel to rounds out my day.

I have many offers and activities that I refuse, however the one offer I cannot refuse is the call of a fine book. I keep several at the ready and I have to move the books to several locations around my home out of direct view to avoid hearing their call when I see them.

I eventually succumb and I settle into a trans-like state of mind when I fall into the clutches of the characters and plots that seem to melt the day away. After several hours, I feel the pull of writing calling me and since this is my first love, I easily walk towards the out stretched arms of my desktop,

I have scheduled times for writing, reading and blogging, yet I seem to constantly race the clock, to maintain the schedule however, there are times I succumb and I write, no matter what the clock says.

“Internal anguish”


I have an ongoing emotional dilemma which frustrates me with such internal anguish, I seek the refuge of my many outdoor hobbies to clear my mind. However, when I’m away from the loves of my life, my thoughts, filter back to who I should be with.

Several times his past week just before Valentine’s Day, I committed adultery with my mistresses, “Ebooks, ” and my concubine “Blogging. ”

Although, as I committed these adulteress acts, my love for writing has never wavered, in fact my love for writing is as strong as could be, for an intangible emotional object. My love for writing has caused me internal anguish and emotional stresses, that I have succumbed to arrange a schedule to share time with my three loves.


There are also moments of anxiety when I become truly frustrated with all three, and I go for a walk with my audio book which, I consider therapy from the three loves of my life.

Since I don’t have that special woman in my life, my intangible love for writing is my Valentine’s. So, with the upcoming Valentine’s Day, I will participate in an outdoor hobby and I will rush back to be with my love on Valentine’s Day.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all writers, readers and bloggers.



“Morton’s Fork”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Morton’s Fork.”

If you had to choose between being able to write a blog (but not read others’) and being able to read others’ blogs (but not write your own), which would you pick? Why?

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Left fork or right fork, with the two choices I have, I would always prefer to write my own blog instead of reading others.

With my imagination, I can dream many dreams, travel anywhere within the universe and places I cannot yet imagine within my mind, I can go anywhere to enjoy my day and yet never leave my home.

I have traveled through most of the US, yet however, with my laptop, and access to the Internet, my destinations and imagination provide me the opportunity to research the details of any locations I wish.

I will sadly miss reading the daily comical and unique insights of WordPress bloggers, like the Angloswiss, with her witty comical insights. I would miss novel recommendations by blogger Ibeth1950, and I would surely miss the short stories by blogger Bethie.

However, I would decide to type my personal blog, and coupled with WordPress’s Daily Prompt to ignite my thoughts, I will forever write a blog, short story, and poetry.

“Do or Die”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do or Die.”

You have three hundred words to justify the existence of your favorite person, place, or thing. Failure to convince will result in it vanishing without a trace. Go!


My most favorite place on the earth is an US National Park named Glacier  located 150 miles west of Great Falls Montana.


The beauty of the park can be described but can never be appreciated until you personally visit to take in the greatest beauty of Mother-Nature.


I simply found what some have describe as heaven on earth, and the photos only tempt the reader with tantalize the eyes of the viewer.


To persuade someone to visit using these photos will not take much convincing, however, the receding and vanishing ice pack is disappearing without any convincing.

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“Teacher’s Pet”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Teacher’s Pet.”


Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her?

I have known many impacting teachers, professor, and mentors, but currently in my life as I continue my journey and aspirations to become a writer, my middle school librarian had a dramatic effect on my life.

I recall her comments as she said aloud. “I have traveled all around the world, ” as she held up several books. She explained how reading books she visited all the capitals of Europe, every museum, and many other places on the planet.

I was astonished with disbelief, and I just wanted to read all the books she spoke so eloquently about. I fell in love with the Encyclopedia Britannica because of all the facts and information held in these books about the planet I lived on.

I was not the “Teachers Pet” however, the impact my middle school librarian made on me that day has filled my life with visiting far off lands and many hours of reading.


“Playlist of the week”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Playlist of the Week.”


Tell us how your week went by putting together a playlist of five songs that represent it.

I love this prompt idea, as I have a diverse and eclectic group of music I listen to as I write and read throughout the day. My music varies, however, my music begins in the morning when I wake.

Usually I begin with a little smooth jazz. After shower, food and a walk, I look forward to returning home for instrumental classical music for several hours as I write. After lunch and into the afternoon, a mix of instrumental, vocal, and smooth jazz fills my home.

I end my day with a lot of early blues. R & B, Neo Soul, and late evening writing is when the quiet storm music quells the soul into a writing and a reading frenzy.

Below are a collection of five YouTube music videos that encapsulate my week of writing and reading.



In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burnt.”

Remember this prompt, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?


This above prompt is an extension of what I wrote about the day before asking what I wish I could have retrieved but left to burn in the home after I left with what are the essential of my life.

Since I have the luxury to consider this prompt with such thought, I would have been better prepared by having luggage filled with essentials, like clothing, toiletry items, some dog food and the dogs feeding bowls.

Attachment of and with superfluous sentimental items causes second guessing in a time of stress like a fire which can lead to death. It is before the fire or any emergency the assessment of life should be made.

Since most people take assessment daily with their blessings and prayers, I answered the prompt with, I wish for nothing from my home that burned.

If I’m writing this blog, after the fire and you are reading it, my answer is,I left nothing behind, it is my health and safety and that of my children and especially the dog who alerted us all to escape.

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“Burning Down The House”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burning Down the House.”

Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?

It is 2:00 am and the house is on fire, the kids are safe outside with the dog who alerted everyone and is on the front lawn barking at the fire blazing through the roof.

As I stood in front of my home of fifteen years, I’m consider running into the home for the external hard-drive attached to the computer. Standing next to several neighbors, we watch the fire on the second level above the garage, however the computer is on the first level opposite from the garage. I looked to see whether the kids were with my neighbors as we waited for the fire department to arrive.

I could hear my neighbors telling me, I was fortunate the dog awaken everyone but, my thoughts were on family photos, insurance documents, my will, bank and credit card information, family photos, the kids personal documents and for some reason I thought of the dog’s license.

Just as I heard a neighbor yell, asking if I was ok, I ran towards the front door and just inside I turned left towards my study and grabbed the external hard-drive. As I turned to run back out, It occurred to me, my car was in the garage.

Now, I had a moment of complete clarity of thought. I just purchased the car and have not made the first payment. So I felt the keys in my left front pocket and the external hard-drive in my right hand, I ran towards the garage but, as I opened the door leading to the garage from the family room, thick black billowing choking smoke rushed towards me.

I reached around for the key pad to open the garage door, and immediately the smoke rushed out under the opening garage door. I ran to the driver’s door, opened and jumped into the car.

Suddenly, I couldn’t believe what I was doing, as I waited for the garage door to raise. I thought the roof of the garage would collapse in on me. I could hear the neighbors yelling for me and their wives asking their husbands to go inside after me, I could hear the dog barking and I heard my kids yelling Dad! Dad!

After starting the car, I went to move the gear shift into reverse, my hand brushed against the keys and I noticed the 128 gigabyte thumb drive I purchased months ago. I sat shocked in disbelief, as I realized I ran into my home for nothing. The emergency plan I put in place worked. I recently backup the files from my computer on the thumb drive for just this type of emergency.

I began coughing and I could see the flashing lights of the approaching fire trucks and my neighbors yelling, and I back out of the garage squealing the tires just before the roof collapsed.

I continued backing around the fire trucks and parked, as firemen ran past me while I sat stunned at what I just did.

I heard noises of someone beating on the window. It was a fireman, with my kids and neighbors standing behind him wanting to find out if I was ok. I unlocked and open the doors to allow the kids and dog into the car, telling the fireman I was ok.

My neighbors were angry with me for re-entering the home for the external hard-drive sitting on the dashboard of the car.

I watch the firefighters quickly extinguish the fire, and my neighbors still standing at the car’s door, asking if I was ok.

I turned looking at the kids, the dog, and turning to my neighbor. I stated, I ok, I have the five most important items in my life. My two kids, my dog, me, and holding up the thumb drive.

They look perplex as I smiled in complete contentment.


“Play Lexicographer”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Play Lexicographer.”

Create a new word and explain its meaning and etymology.


As a child, my sister and I along with my friends on many occasions used words that were not in the dictionary. This frustrated my mother and many English teachers from elementary through high school.

We would used words like “Whatchamacallit” which is actually the name of a candy bar. “That Thiingamabob” which is a word used to describe whatever we couldn’t describe.

However, the word that angered my mother fiercely was our use of the word “Aint,” or as she would correct us, I am not. This word is a slang contraction of “Is not,” “Are not,” “Am not,” “Do not,” and, “Does not”.

So, for me to create a word, I pondered and reflected deeply on the issues of retirement and my life style.

My new word is, Retireelifestylateboomer: The word describes a retired person who enjoys being retired, born between 1960 -1964 and apart of the tail-end of the baby-boomer generation.


The word describes me and many other people who planed their retirement very well and this segment of retirees are mostly empty-nesters with lots of time to write, read and blog.

Now, I know, this is a multiple compound word, however the history and meaning of many words are compounds of other words and meanings.

Plan and live your retirement years, similar to the years before marriage and children, and you will be happy.



“Embrace the Ick”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Embrace the Ick.”

Think of something that truly repulses you. Hold that thought until your skin squirm’s. Now, write a glowing puff piece about it’s amazing merits.


For this prompt I thought about something so repulsive yet has merit and is uniquely helpful and great for the environment that can be considered a puff piece.

Several months ago, I was traveling along a single lane road in Southwest Florida, paralleling the Everglades. I passed a copious deceased feral hog, of at least 50-pounds or more on the shoulder of the road. Visually, it appeared the animal was struck by a vehicle of some type.

As the carrion lay on the road, I thought of how sickening it was for the driver who collided with the poor feral hog, who was possibly just trying to cross the road when its life abruptly ended.

I continued along the road and did not give the site another thought, until 45 minutes later upon my return trip. As I approached the scene, I could see fifteen or twenty Turkey Vultures completing the cycle of life. I slowed down and drove slightly into the oncoming lane to prevent striking Mother-Natures cleanup crew.

However, as I passed, I could see the crew had completely devoured the carrion and were standing around like finished contestants, of New York City’s Coney Island, 4th, of July, hotdog eating contest.

Of course, the site is disgusting to the average human, however, what the Turkey Vultures were doing was the purest form of Mother-Nature’s cycle of life. The effortless beauty of how the cycle of life continues with a creature most find disgusting, yet is efficient in accomplishing a job most humans would find most disgusting and repulsive of all clean up jobs.

The beauty of Mother-Nature surrounds us everyday, all over the world, yet the merits of this beauty are rarely noticed and not thought of except by the Turkey Vulture.


“Free Association”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Free Association.”

Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .
. . . home.
. . . soil.
. . . rain.
Use those words in the title of your post.


Whenever I drive along the roadway towards home during a heavy rain storm, I’m always surprised when the soil soaks up every once of water within fifteen or twenty minutes during the rainy season in Florida.


“Enough is Enough”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Enough Is Enough.”

When was the last time you were ready to throw in the proverbial towel? Did you end up letting go, or decided to fight on anyway?


I was taught and learned early in life to never give up, and I just have to persevere to discover the solution to succeeding.

I received this wisdom while working alongside an elderly auto mechanic at my father’s business at eleven or twelve years of age in the middle of a cold winter.

The gentleman had no formal training as an auto mechanic, however his wisdom and years of knowledge about automobiles, especially transmissions made him a teacher to a lot of other mechanics.

We were both on our backs, looking up at a transmission, we were replacing. The mechanic was on what we called a “creeper”. It is a four-wheel devices in which you lay on your back when under a car.

I was the young helper full of curiosity and I was on a heavy blanket passing tools and helping as much as a kid my age could.

We were attempting to connect the linkage for the transmission that allows the driver to move the car into gear.

With my zeal and curiosity at its peak. The mechanic told me to start screwing in a bolt to connect the linkage, because my hands were smaller. The elderly mechanic, hands were arthritic and much larger.

For at least five minutes of more, I attempted in vain reaching up above my head attempting to start a bolt to attach a gear linkage. He spoke softly encouraging and coaxing me not give up. Although, at that moment, I so badly wished to be anywhere else than on the concrete floor, underneath a car on a Saturday afternoon.

My hand was icy, my arm was tired, all the metal around my hand was cold, and the interior of the garage was being heated by a small space heater.

In todays social environment many adults would have scolded him and my father for me being there. However, I was there on my own with the wide-eyed curiosity to learn and help.

Finally out of frustration he asked for the bolt and, I could hear the disgust in his voice as he told me that my hands were small enough to get the bolt started and I wasn’t trying hard enough.

Feeling disgusted, I wanted to leave as I felt defeated by being unable to complete the task. However, the mechanic told me not to leave and began explaining how he would get the bolt started even with his large arthritic hands.

As he struggled to get the bolt started, I watched as he became frustrated and he maneuvered into several positions wiggling and straining his hand, and arm into place to start the bolt.

I stayed under the car and after several moments of his grunting maneuvering, and cursing under his breath, he eventually started the bolt connecting the linkage.

I was surprised as I thought we would have to remove the transmission to get the bolt started to attach the linkage.

He asked me to continue tightening the bolt with a wrench, and he began to explain a lesson of how I should never give up when trying to complete anything in life.

He further explained how life if a struggle and no matter how hard something is or seems to be, I should never give up. It applies to my school work, reading a book, and most importantly if I want something badly enough, I would never give up to achieve what I want.

He used the tightening of a bolt in which my hands were small enough to fit, but I lacked the confidence and perseverance to achieve success.

As life has passed along, I have discovered that perseverance, determination and the struggle to make something work is an essential tool to have in the mental tool box of life.

I had the privilege to witness such dogged determination up close and personal many times since that day, when a lot of people would have said enough is enough.

I have learned there is a will power within everyone to achieve anything they wish. The determining factor, is how hard and what tasks are you willing to complete to achieve your goal.

“Once Upon A Time”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Once Upon a Time.”

Tell us about something that happened to you in real life last week — but write it in the style of a fairy tale.

Once upon a time not long ago in a warm and distant land, retired beach bums gathered along the Gulf of Mexico, for their morning walk. Myself and many other walkers were in groups of two’s, three’s or more and several by themselves, like myself.

I like many others passed an older retired gentleman possibly between 80 or 90 years of age, resembling an elegant older statesman. His presence was that of being prior military as he stood at attention, with his arms down along his side facing the sand dunes, appearing to be searching for something.

Many walkers walked past him giving the greeting of the day but, as everyone passed the gentleman, he did not nod his head, speak or reciprocated a response in return.

The sun was gradually creeping above the horizon, streaming bright steaks of sunshine in between broken clouds, brightening the beginning of a beautiful day.

I was heading back as I had completed my three-mile walk and I could see the gentleman still standing erect in the same spot. In the bright morning sun, I noticed his dazzling white, oversize orthopedic walking shoes, and his white athletic socks pulled up to his knees with matching navy-blue gym shorts, t-shirt and cap.

As I walked closer, towards him, I thought I would stop and engage him in conversation. I noticed his brown frame glasses presented a distinguished look on his square jaw line, with sullen eyes and a mustache trimmed perfectly.

As I approached, I recognized I have seen him walking on occasion, although he was normally with a woman, at least twenty or thirty years his junior.

As I approached, I said hello, and he slowly turned his head, moving his arms from his side to behind his back and I noticed tears in his eyes. I was taken back by the tears and asked, was he ok.

He mumbled in a fearful trembling voice saying, “She isn’t coming, she isn’t coming, I’ve waited all morning and she is not coming”. His head slowly turned around towards the sand dunes, as I watched a single tear stream down his right cheek.

I was shocked by what he said, and I asked if he needed any help. I thought to myself, I could walk him back to his car, to be with him during his time of grief. Emotionally, I wanted to put my arms around him, but his rigid standing position with his arms locked behind his back, I believe he wasn’t giving up on who he was waiting for.

He mumbled no, and I slowly walked away, asking again if he would be ok he did not respond and moved his arms from behind his back to his side.

I was twenty yards away, when I heard him yell aloud towards the sand dunes. I turned to see a young woman who he normally walked with waving her arms as she ran toward the older gentleman.

With his arms outstretched and a smile on his face he walked hurriedly in a cautious manner towards the young woman and when they met, they embraced each other with such joy and happiness. My emotions of delight began to boil within me of the love I witness and shared between the two.

As I turned to continue towards my car, I noticed the couple walking towards me and pointing in my direction. I didn’t believe they were trying to capture my attention until the woman yelled for me to stop.

I did, and as they approached, she introduced herself as Bethany Collins and introduced the older-gentleman as Retired United States Army Colonel Horace Bartholomew. The Colonel and I exchange a hand shake as I did the same with Bethany.

Bethany thanked me for checking on the Col. as she was late arriving because of car trouble and the Col doesn’t use a cellular phone and she could not call to let him know of her delay.

It turned out, the Col. was hospitalized a year earlier and Bethany was the critical care nurse at the local hospital who held his hands as he was near death. The Col. was being given his last rites, just before his only son arrived to be by his side. However, he believes it was her soft, tender, healing caress, of his hands that allow him to respond and want to live.

Now, Bethany is not merely his home health care nurse but, she is soon to become his daughter-in-law. His youngest son recently retired from the military and proposed marriage and Bethany accepted.

The Col. and I walk every morning and he believes Bethany’s loving hospital care, and the touch was like the kiss “Snow White” received to wake her from her sleep.


“Easy Fix”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Easy Fix.”

Write a post about any topic you wish, but make sure it ends with “And all was right in the world.”

EBook’s and the nostalgia for a book

I know it has been a while since I posted but, I was reading a couple of intriguing and captivating novels that I couldn’t put down except for personal breaks, and then all was right in my reading world.

I actually read through this prompt over a week ago and the creative idea of what to write became clear, although, the novel, “The Invisible Man” by Ralph Ellison, beckon me to return. For a moment, I anguished between returning to reading or continue creating a response to the prompt.

Since today is February 1, and the prompts date is the 23 of January, it is obvious the book won, the battle for the next several days. I understand and realize that I’m weak when a tantalizing and compelling novel has control of my life.

However, today as I type, I realize the decision was so easy, and this retirement lifestyle really suits me as all was right in the world.



“Fireside Chat”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fireside Chat.”

What person whom you don’t know very well in life — it could be a blogger whose writing you enjoy, a friend you just recently made, etc. — would you like to have over for a long chat in which they tell you their life story?


I continue to truly enjoy a wonderful time in the bloggerspher of WordPress. I have encountered various writers, poets, photographers and many other genres of bloggers who inspire my daily. I know of one blogger, writer, and poet who has touched the hearts of many bloggers and she is the Theempatheyqueen.

I would love to engage in a chat with her, to hear her life story and learn what inspires her writings.


“Two Right Feet”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Two Right Feet.”

What are the things you need to do within 30 minutes of waking up to make sure your day gets off on the right foot? What happened the last time you didn’t do one of these things?

I usually wake up between 5-6 am when I look towards the window and see the light of day breaking through the corner of the blinds. I noticed the sound of rain outside the window and I thought of a rainy day filled with reading.

I thought of many other errands I could do, however the sound of the rain was easing me into a trance of reading, so I reached for my iPad on the night stand and I began to read one of the novels on my Kindle application.

An hour has passed and I changed to another book, on the application and soon after a trip to the bathroom, I returned to reading with the blinds still drawn.

I soon hear the sound of thunder and realize I should at least look outside to see how bad the weather was, however, I just continued reading and another couple of hours passed before I lookout the window to see it was still raining and I returned to reading another novel.

It is now eleven o’clock when I realize, it is still raining and I’m almost finished with the novel but, I drift back to sleep. When I awake, it is 1:00 pm, and I’m hungry, so I lay in bed and realized I should have begun my day several hours earlier, with a shower, breakfast and a cup of coffee.

It was the sound rain lulling me into the trance of reading my day away instead of showering, eating breakfast with a cup of coffee, taking me out of my normal habit of getting out of bed within thirty minutes of waking.


“Re-springing Your Step”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Re-springing Your Step.”

Tell us about the last experience you had that left you feeling fresh, energized, and rejuvenated. What was it that had such a positive effect on you?

I recently experience a feeling of energized rejuvenation after a one and a half hour leg workout at my local gym. I worked my gluteus muscles, hamstrings, calves, and quadriceps, on several of the machines.

I finished up my workout with thirty minutes of a cardio run-walking and thirty on the bicycle. I was sweating profusely with a soaked t-shirt and shorts.

So. as I left the gym and walked to my car, I was feeling happier than a Blue-Jay singing on a bright sunny morning. My energy drifted to my feet as I began skipping towards my car, when suddenly I tripped over my own feet. I tumbled to the ground like a sack of russet potatoes falling from a truck to the ground in a mighty thud.

I rolled along the ground, springing to my feet like an African lion, mostly out of embarrassment, as I stood in front of my car. One of the regular patrons of the gym drove past me, asking if I was ok.

I turned towards her and quickly stated, I was practicing a stunt move for an upcoming play in a musical and I felt rejuvenated knowing I nailed the maneuver.

She chuckled, smiled and said. “You had a spring in your step before you began skipping”. I smiled and thought to myself, I did have a spring in my step but, I now had a dent in my ego, knowing I couldn’t skip without tripping over my own feet. She smiled and drove away.

I shook my head in disbelief and sheepishly entered my car thinking, I at least felt rejuvenated.

Please to Meet You

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pleased to Meet You.”

Write a post in which the protagonists of two different books or movies meet for the first time. How do they react to each other? Do they get along?

With this prompt I think of my two favorite actors Robert De Niro and Al Pacino who both are well into their late nineties living in different areas around Palm Beach Florida during the winter.

One day they’re great grandchildren realized that neither has seen each other for several years and decided to take the two aging actors to meet at an upscale restaurant overlooking the ocean to meet.

The two men are slowly guided into the restaurant surrounded by their numerous grandchildren and seated at a table next to each other. Neither looks at each other as everyone take their seats.

Once settled into their chairs, the grandchildren become quiet when Robert De Niro turns toward Al Pacino and stares for a moment. No one is speaking and even the waiters are standing in silence, when suddenly, De Niro yells aloud, “You talking to me!” from the movie Taxi Driver.

Al Pacino doesn’t move a muscle or even blink, when he slowly turns his head recognizing and acknowledging Robert De Niro seated next to him in reply he yells aloud, “Wo Ah!” from the movie Scent of a woman.

Everyone including waiters and surrounding tables burst into laughter. The laughing became so boisterous that Robert De Niro began a cough fit. As everyone tried to give him some water to clear his throat.

Al Pacino with tears of laughter in his eyes, leans over handing his table napkin to De Niro, in his best Cuban accented voice from the movie “Scar Face,” says “Say hello to my to my little friend”

The table erupts into laughter again and soon they ordered food to settle in for a great afternoon of reminiscing of the past.


“Brain Power”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Brain Power.”

Let’s assume we do, in fact, use only 10% of our brain. If you could unlock the remaining 90%, what would you do with it?


The ability to use the remaining 90%of my brain power, I guess I would be typing this posting with my mind and not using my typing finger or voice. However, I would utilize my thoughts to make dinner and read several books simultaneously.

The purity of conscious thought would be something we all would relish or would we? The ability to read another’s thoughts would end lies, or would we bury our thoughts deep within our psyche to avoid unwanted thoughts?

There are many unanswerable beliefs with such brain power, that we cannot comprehend yet we have not evolved as a species to understand and control.

With every human advancement come many sacrifices and much wisdom, which humanity has yet to fully utilize.

By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.


“Connecting the Dots”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connect the Dots.”

Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.

New artist had reinvigorated old ideas and new records labels were springing up to give them a shot.

This sentence comes from the novel by Robert Gordon’s biography of the great Blues Singer, Muddy Waters titled ‘Can’t Be Satisfied”

The up-and-down life of Muddy Waters, who began his life in Mississippi as a farm hand to become a music legend, who literally invented electric blues and created the base template for the rock-and-roll band and its wild lifestyle.

The serendipity of connecting the dots prompt, reveals itself as a sentence connects the history of music, in particular the blues and its connection to Rock & Roll and the Rolling Stones.


“My Audience of One”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Audience of One.”

books are the most patient of teachers

As I begin decelerating from Interstate 70 west bound onto the straight as an arrow asphalt road in the Midwest, I become excited knowing I will soon be surrounded by family and food at my favorite aunts home.

I love the sights of passing row upon row of dark green vegetation ready to be harvested by large combines. My mind floats to a time when my mother lived with my aunt in hospice and the evening of her death.

I recall the evening with vivid details, I returned from town where I accessed the wi-fi for school and my mother was near death. As soon as I entered the room, my mother called my name and stated she was tired.

With my arm around her shoulder, holding her hand. I recited the lords prayer to myself, as my family surrounded her bed all praying as she peacefully passed.

Emotional thoughts of that time swell deep inside as I turn into the driveway and I rushed inside to eat and catch up with the latest of our lives.

After dinner, I take out several blog posting I brought with me to read to my aunt who sits and laughs at a few and becomes emotional with poems I read to her from the blog site the Empathy Queen.

She is pleased with my readings and I ask her why hasn’t she opened her email to check my blog postings. She just simply says I don’t have time for those electronics gizmos, plus I can’t remember my password.

So I help with accessing her email and she singed on and she is a daily reader of WordPress sites, just like my mother would have been.


“Prisoner of Conscience”

The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Bone of Contention.”

 Pick a contentious issue about which you care deeply — it could be the same-sex marriage debate, or just a disagreement you’re having with a friend. Write a post defending the opposite position, and then reflect on what it was like to do that. 

Prisoner of Conscience

Amnesty international protesting outside the Saudi Embassy in Vienna VA against the caning of a writer who had criticized the Saudi religious establishment

I rarely if at all post anything political on my Aspiring Writer site, however a daily prompt has forced the issue.

As an intern I write articles for an online site titled, and when I read the prompt several days ago, I immediately thought of the article I wrote about the issues bloggers in other countries have and who cannot utilize their freedoms of speech as freely as I do in America.

Raif Badawi, is a Saudi Arabian blogger who was imprisoned for starting a liberal online forum to encourage discussion and debate in his country.

So all of my writers, bloggers, and poets with your next posting take a few minutes to appreciate the freedoms we all share while others cannot.

This concludes the once yearly posting outside of my norm.

Celebrating Dr. Martin Luther King.

I have a dream!


Dr. King’s birthday is January 15, however the federal holiday is celebrated today, Monday, January 19, 2015.

Let’s all take a moment to reflect upon the great Civil Rights leader who fought for all Americans rights that transcends the world over.

Let us apply his beliefs, ideas in all racial, religious, cultural and ethnic matters as this day is celebrated by millions around the world.

Human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable… Every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated people.

Martin Luther King, Jr.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Oasis.”

A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.

Taking A Walk

During the summer after working fourteen hour days, for five days straight, I look forward to time away in my recreational vehicle at my local campground.

My mind and body yearned to achieve a stress free calm and peaceful easy feeling surrounded by the serene peaceful sounds of mother nature.

However, to seek this sanctuary getaway, I would of course take my children with me and over time I learned how to enjoy my time with my family and still find a sanctuary of peace.

I began my day by preparing a hearty breakfast for the children, giving each five dollars to spend at the arcade, check their backpacks to assure they had a second set of clothing and a towel. I walked them to the pool carrying my sanctuary bag of goodies.

My basket was usually loaded with sandwiches, snacks, bottle water, Capri-suns juice drinks, and I carried my chase lounge chair with several books in my backpack.

Once I watched the two enter the pool, I would set up my chase lounge chair in the shade of the tree line facing the pool to watch my children.

However, once I settled in with my baseball cap pulled low on my brow, dark sunglasses on, a book in hand, I usually had at most two hours of uninterrupted sanctuary time to myself.

My sanctuary place always seemed to be an open invitation to other parents who would stroll over from the pool and disturb my peaceful sanctuary with an unnecessary conversation.

I quickly solved the problem with a sign posted at the end of my lounger “Parents Sanctuary No Talkative Parents”.
Once my sanctuary was established, I truly enjoyed the peace and serenity, while being a dutiful parent.


“In Good Faith”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In Good Faith.”

Describe a memory or encounter in which you considered your faith, religion, spirituality — or lack of — for the first time.


I guess like a lot of people, over the years, I have witnessed my fair share of horrors and miracles, humanity has provided. I was fortunately and uniquely sublime to go with a friend to view the scene where he and his wife drove off the roadway and into the river with their two children under the age of 5 on the back seat.

I was in the Army and stationed in West Germany when I was just a young twenty-one year old and, alcohol consumption coupled with the lack of basic commonsense was at a premium.

However, this situation led me to an insightful understanding and belief in my faith.

I was asleep when my friend called to ask if I would drive him to see something. I was a slightly hung over from drinking with him and his wife just four or five hours earlier, so with groggy reluctance, I drove to his home where he lived with his wife, two kids and mother-law.

As soon as I pulled up to the home he quickly ran to the car, frantically followed by his wife, and they both entered the car yelling at me to leave. They were still hung over, and anxious to get away from her mother who was scolding them for being out until 3:00 am with their two children.

They asked me to drive them to an area along one of the mountain roads leading out-of-town and as I drove we talked about that party and the people who attended.

As I drove five miles out of the German town, along narrow mountain two lane roads. The mountains were on my right and to my left, across the opposite lane of travel was the guard rail, and below the rail for fifty to seventy feet, was a steeply sloped area leading to a level grassy area, next to a small active small river.

Suddenly my friend yelled for me to pull over to the shoulder of the road, as he and his wife both stared at the area of a missing guard rail as I parked the car on the shoulder of the roadway.

They both exited the car, and walked to the missing guard rail. As they walk closer, they fell to their knees crying profusely while holding each other.

As I walked behind them, I saw the missing section of guard rail, however the carnage of debris from dirt torn up by what appeared to be someone who drove a car spinning its tires, destroying the beautiful dark green grass at the bottom of the hill.

I was shocked and surprised the car survived the first impact with the sharply sloped hill after leaving the roadway.

I could see where the driver attempted several times to drive up the steep hill towards the guard rail, and eventually sliding back down the hill. Tracks embedded in the grass indicated the car went into the river traveling against the rivers current.

With my friend and his wife still crying, I could see my they’re car, parked in a picnic area about a hundred yards away from where we stood.

As I pointed to their car, they began to cry aloud with joy.

We returned to my car and I drove them to the picnic area where his wife began to explain, how she left the party at 2:00 am driving their car because my friend was too intoxicated to drive.

With the children asleep on the back seat, my friend asleep in the front passenger seat, she fell asleep at the wheel and she awoke when the car collided with the guard rail.

She explained how she did not touch the car’s steering wheel as it seemed to float in air, and land on the grassy hill and slide to the bottom causing my friend to wake, but the children remained asleep.

She explained how she drove around and attempted to drive towards the roadway up the hill several times, but it was far too steep. She did not know the river was nearby by until she drove into water.

Once the car was in the water, she panicked and revved the engine to drive along the river’s bed, when at times the water crept over the hood of the car and there was water inside on the floor of the car.

She suddenly didn’t know why or how, but she turned the wheel to the right driving out of the river and into the picnic area, where she caught the attention of another driver who was traveling pass. After she exited the car and spoke to the driver, he agreed to give them a ride home.

My friend found the keys in the car, and it started. We drove to a local coffee-house where we sat for several hours in disbelief, contemplating, and realizing how fortunately blessed they were to be alive.

Later in the day, we all attended a late day mass at his mother in-law’s Catholic Church which made her very happy and I prayed for my friends and the blessings that allow them to survive their horrifying event.

Ever since that incredible Sunday morning, my good faith is believing since I’m unaware of my expiration date, I seek to inspire, help, aid, and teach others to be appreciative of the many blessed opportunities and experiences the world has to offer until the day I die.

“I Have Skills”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Got Skills.”

If you could choose to be a master (or mistress) of any skill in the world, which skill would you pick?


It has been some time since posting a blog as I have been reading several really good books along with writing and researching for my own novels. So as I read the above prompt, I immediately recognized the use of slang or the improper use of English to describe mastering a skill.

I have English teachers in my past who would eagerly mark my paper with red ink to correct my mistake of using “I got skills.” as a phrase or in a sentence.

So, in response to the prompt, I want to master the skill of the English language as a writer and public speaker.

Since elementary school where I began my journey to master the English language, I have written thousands of letters, book reports, essays, work reports, memorandums, blog post, short stories, and some poetry.

I have taken many English and creative writing classes, as I continue my journey to master the English language as an aspiring writer.


“For Posterity”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “For Posterity.”

Your blog just became a viral sensation. What’s the one post you’d like new readers to see and remember you by? Write that post.


After circumnavigating the earth by sailboat, my blog went viral upon the posting after my hike to the Summit of Mount Kilimanjaro, in Tanzania National Park.

It still resonates with my travel blogging followers as the most inspirational posting of my twenty-five year blogging career.

At 19,336, feet above sea level, I had a Go-Pro camera attached to the top of my helmet for the last few miles as we climbed to the summit. I was fortunate with great weather with a sunny day and very few clouds providing scenic views of Tanzania National Park and surrounding area.

Our ever-present escort on the climb, was several pairs of White-collared Ravens, who stalked our unattended packs, seeking food.

Their ever-present annoyance was matched by their majestic flights soaring high above, providing beautiful aerial sights as they glided on the gusts and thermals winds.

The wind was blowing at a constant twenty-five or thirty miles per hour. However nothing prepared our group of ten hikers, trudging along on our ascent, trying to temper the crescendo of excitement as we viewed the sign at the top of the summit.

It was to the left of the sign, about twenty yards away, we viewed a ravishing, copulating male and female on a yellow blanket they lay on the rocky volcanic ground.

Their frantic pace continued until they recognized our presences and they scrambled to their feet rushing to replace their clothing.

Their faces produced such an embarrassing look, as we all snickered and smile, except for a couple of the women who whistled for some reason. I assume he had nice hair.

Once we all reached the summit, standing next to the sign, we celebrated with, hugs and loving embraces as we took photos.

The embarrassed couple quickly walked past our group and began their decent. After several minutes on the summit, we began our decent to base camp. I was still filled with the excitement of  completing a bucket list item.

I downloaded the video from the Go-Pro and realized it captured the pair copulating, with the stunning vistas of Tanzania National Park in the background.

Nothing sexual inappropriate was visible and their identities were not known. After including the video with my blog posting, I was surprised to discover the posting became a media viral sensation with bloggers referring to the photo as, “The Mount Kilimanjaro, Mountain Lovers Club”.

The photo’s background of broken white clouds, against the, azure blue sky and the sun escaping in streaks against the vistas, surrounded by a base of dark volcanic rocks had made the photo famous.

As the viral media hype continued, I was contacted by the German couple who gave up their anonymity and became a media sensation, appearing on morning television shows around the world.

I continued blogging for many years after, however the viral sensation known as the “The Mount Kilimanjaro, Mountain Lovers Club” established many more copy-cat photos, that continue to circulate the internet and some are hung in art galleries around the world.
The posting was my crowning accomplishment as a blogger.

“Daring Do”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Daring Do.”

Tell us about the time you rescued someone else (person or animal) from a dangerous situation. What happened? How did you prevail?


Many years ago, I took my dog Kassie, a one year old black Labrador Retriever to the lake for a swim in the middle of January and the temperature was around 32 degrees on a cloudy overcast winters day.

She was walking ahead of me off of the leash, when she went into the water from the shoreline and swam out twenty or thirty yards and swam back where she shook off the water.

I carried a large beach towel to dry her off and wrap her in, but she ran towards the newly installed floating dock like a child seeing a new toy.

She ran to the floating dock and took a flying jump into the water, and immediately she began to flail her front paws in a panic attempting to swim.

I was fraught with shock and horror and ran out to the dock, and jump into the lake to save my Kassie. However, just as I landed in the soft cold mud, the water’s depth was just over five feet, and Kassie, miraculously regained her swimming ability.

While I stood in waist deep water, with my white athletic sneakers, in five or six inches of mud, my Kassie, dog paddled away from me while barking at some Canadian geese.

I struggled to move my feet and keep my shoes on as I trudged my way out of the lake towards the shoreline, thinking I have to walk three-tenths of a mile, to my home in the middle of January soaking wet.

As soon as I walked onto the shoreline, Kassie runs towards me to put her leash on and we begin our walk home with the beach towel wrapped around my waist and my soggy muddy shoes.
I never understood why she panicked, however, I guess my Kassie didn’t realize that jumping in the water may have taken her breath away, since it was her first time jumping from the dock into the water.

An hour or so later after a hot shower, starting a fire in the fireplace, and sipping a large cup of coffee, with Kassie laid across my feet, warming them, as she looked up at me with those eyes, I realized we rescued each other.

With me, jumping into the water, to show her the water was not too deep, and she warming my feet, that were still chilly from the lake.

Blogging 101: Introduction

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Ok, I have blogged for the past 5 months and I have truly enjoyed and developed blogger friendships from around the world.

The daily prompts inspires my short stories, flash fiction and poetry. I’m taking the class again to sharpen my blogging skills, knowledge as I continue to broaden my base of bloggers contacts from around the world. 

My site began as a retirement lifestyle blog which continues to evolve in this chapter of my life. However, my site will be morphing into a photography and travel blog site as I become the nomadic traveler of locations beginning in the US.

So stay tuned and see what I have to offer.



In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cliché.”

Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.

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I’m not a risk taker at anything in life and wisdom has taught me the proper detail planning will assure I have what is necessary to achieve or complete what I need to accomplish.

I have learned and believe in the “Cliché” a bird in hand is worth so much more than seeking, hoping, or taking a chance on more than what I need to accomplish any task or endeavor I seek.

I have met & seen many people chasing dreams and endeavors without a backup plan, all the while not properly planning for the initial task at hand.


“Be The Change”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Be the Change.”

What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?


I have various ideas as my blog morphs into a nomadic lifestyle.

A nomadic lifestyle, beckoning my soul to wander the North American continent.

I seek scenic vistas, to photograph, that will inspire my followers to find such beauty for themselves.

One destination and one photograph at a time.

Time Management for Writers

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Writers must always have time to write, and we need to be careful of getting too involved in selling our wares rather than creating our wares. Marketing is vital, but….. We all know by now the importance of social media as far as marketing our books is concerned. It’s important to have a platform, with a few favourite sites where we interact with others. If you still have small followings, you might be complaining about too few likes, comments, or retweets, but I also see many overly stressed writers out there whose followings have grown, trying to move at light speed just to keep up with everything. I promise you though, you will reach a point where you can’t keep up without pruning a little.

How many blog posts do you read every day? Times that you take to read an article vary. I’ve timed a couple, and for me…

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