“Florida Beach Bum”

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

You get to design your own planet: tell us all about your planet — the weather, the seasons, the inhabitants.


You get to design your own “Beach Bum” Inter-planet: tell us all about your Beach Bum Planet — the weather, the seasons, the inhabitants.

Oh, yes I love the creative writing process, to design my own planet. However, I already designed and develop my own planet called “Florida Beach Bum, ” (aka FBB).

There are many detractors who claim it is an unhealthy lifestyle. The critics have never taken a Beach Bum class or read the manual. The FBB manual first and only mandatory rule is each member must exercise cumulatively one hour within a twenty-four hour period.

The list of approved minimum cardio activities are recommended:
• Walking to the bathroom
• Showering
• Eating food & drinking any beverage (AKA; Hanging-out)
• Walking
• Bicycling
• Kayaking
• Sitting in the surf

Anything and everything else is approved.

The temperature is regulated between 75-85 degrees, with a perpetual five to ten mile per-hour warm breeze. It will rain every other day between two and three in the morning. Everyday of the week is designated a Beach Bum holiday and Beach Bum season is year round.

All inhabitants have a mandate to perform leisure activities (Aka doing-nothing) for a minimum of eight to twelve hours a day. Inhabitants who maintain leisure activities of twelve and eighteen hours a day receive special gift certificates to local restaurants and happy hour locations.

Inhabitants who achieve twenty hours or more of leisure activities are kindly requested to mentor inhabitants who have trouble maintaining eight to twelve hours of leisure a day.

The rules are simple, so enjoy planet Florida Beach Bum.

The Daily Post Prompt


Future, History Museum

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “From the Collection of the Artist.”

One hundred years from now, a major museum is running an exhibition on life and culture as it was during our current historical period. You’re asked to write an introduction for the show’s brochure. What will it say?


One hundred years ago, this museum open in 2015, with excited fanfare to celebrate earths communications history, focusing on the previous one hundred years, of primitive communications.

When the exhibit opened, the displays reflected how the populations of earth communicated the previous 100 years. The initial antiquated devices identified as telephones were used.

Unknown Antique_Rotary_Telephone_by_staticnuts

This technology was in use for over one hundred years before our primitive ancestors evolved to digital technology that was used around the world. Our ancestors used early forms of digital devices called cellular phones, laptops and desktop computers was primary use of thier advance communications of the time.

The following photos you see are identified as an automatic teller machine “ATM,” cellular phones, desktop and laptop computers. Our unsophisticated ancestors exchanged information, for teaching, banking, the written and spoken word, along with the exchange of ideas.

Old_Cell_Phone_3_1684554a cell-phone-evolution pc_mainos_1 ATM-machine

It is difficult to imagine how they survived without the digital information implanted directly into our brainstem at birth providing everyone the ability to control every need and want here on the Mars IV colony.

Use your holographic imaging programs to touch the artifacts if you like.

The Daily Post Prompt


“If I had a Hammer or Mechanics’ tools”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “If I Had a Hammer or Mechanics tools.”

If you could learn a trade — say carpentry, electrical work, roofing, landscaping, plumbing, flooring, drywall — you name it — what skill(s) would you love to have in your back pocket?

Auto mEchanic

Many years ago, I was expected to become an auto mechanic, I attend classes while I was in high school and before the classes in high school, I worked at my fathers service station pumping gas, changing tires, changing oil, greasing fittings all before the age of thirteen. As the years passed I worked my way up to, installing brakes, completing tune-up, replacing exhaust pipes, repairing transmissions and replacing motors.

Over the years, I have imagined what if I had continued on the career track of becoming a mechanic. Yet, I wonder why I gave it up. Then in a flash I recall why, and it was I dated a girl who noticed the dirt under my finger nails which I realized was not cool. I put more effort into the marching band, sports and eventually went on to college and into the military.

I imagined, if I had the opportunity I would return to mechanics’ school to learn how hook up a computer to the car’s computer and diagnose the problem with the replacement of a computer module of sorts.

But, I think I will continue along the learning curve of writing as I know I cannot get dirt under my finger nails in this creative writing career field.

The Daily Post Prompt

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

Link to an item in the news you’ve been thinking about lately, and write the op-ed you’d like to see published on the topic. AMERICANS DON’T CARE ABOUT MAJOR LEAGUE SOCCER, BY NPR’S Frank Deford


It has been over forty years, ago during an elementary school gym class when the ubiquitous gym teacher produced strange black and white soccer balls from a large canvass bag. They were like nothing we had ever seen as they sat on the floor. After a short lesson on how to play soccer, we attempted this game on the asphalt school playground.

Needless to point out this was the first time and last time soccer was used as a new form of exercise. My high school had a soccer team, but, it was completely over shadowed by high school, football, basketball, track and baseball. I reviewed my high school year book for research for this article, and discovered we had more people in the Glee club and flag team than we had soccer players.

Now, before the age of ten, many of my life long friends played pickup baseball, football and basketball games in the streets, alley’s, playgrounds on dirt and asphalt without helmets, or pads. The only tools of the game we needed were the balls and we all shared gloves for baseball.

However, since the raising my now adult children, only one participated in soccer and it was not a pretty sight to see elementary school children kicking away at the soccer ball and one another constantly until someone made contact with the ball and of course with each other.

Thank goodness for plastic shin pads to protect my son’s legs and his first use of a protective cup. He complained about wearing the cup until the game started and when he was involved in the kicking scrum.

Soccer has maintained a foothold in some communities within the US and many colleges & universities provide scholarships for soccer athletes, The sport will not surpass football, baseball, basketball within the next fifty years, unless the World & US Soccer organizations marketing saturates American communities with support for organized games and market the game at the college level with the fervor used for the round of 64 basketball tournament.

Only then will soccer become the power house in the US that it is everywhere else on the planet.



The World of Texting

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “It’s a Text, Text, Text, Texting World.”

How do you communicate differently online than in person, if at all? How do you communicate emotion and intent in a purely written medium?


Within the past year, I have moved away from texting, toward actually calling people to speak with family and friends or leaving a voice message. It is unique as many respond to my voice message with a text message.

The speed and pace of the world is forever moving at an accelerated pace, yet when a text message is quicker than the slow pace of leaving a voice message or speaking directly to communicate the message.

Since retirement, I considerably slowed my pace of life, yet humanity is speeding texting ahead at a pace, either afraid of or know their expiration dates?

The Daily Post Prompt

“Uncle Fester”

Tell us a story — fiction or non-fiction — with a twist we can’t see coming.


Fester O’Connor, was always a mischievous child being raised in the small town of Gumption FL. Two days before he graduated from high school in 1958, he painted the roof of the school red with a white cross as a prank. This caused the local farming helicopter pilot to land on the high school believing there was an emergency.

After the commotion, he admitted to causing the prank and was sent home feeling embarrassed and ashamed for committing the prank. His parents scolded him severely and the local sheriff threatened him with imprisonment.

Three days after he graduated high school, he dyed his ethnically Irish reddish hair. “Jet-black,” and strutted around town looking like a black-haired rooster with red eyebrows.

One day after dying his hair, he rode his bicycle to Miami Florida, where he took a boat to Cuba. He went to work for the local Rum Distillery, and after five years he became the manager of the plant. He maintained the position for the next 52 years, before retiring to the homes he built and designed for his family in the neighboring village.

He took the Nickname Uncle Fester, after viewing the,1960’s, Adams’s Family television show while he as in Havana Cuba. .

Uncle Fester married four different women. He fathered fifteen children. Of those 15 children, he has forty-five grandchildren, twenty-six great-grandchildren and eighteen great, great-grandchildren. Oh yes, Uncle Fester is one of one of the most revered men in his village.

More than half of his children and great-grandchildren works for the Rum Distillery, while the others have gone on to get college educations in Europe, South American and America.

He and other village elders built and established a three room school, a library and 2 computer rooms. Because of his Irish roots, his progeny show either his freckles, tinted red hair, and lighter bright pale reddish skin or some combination of all. Yet Uncle Fester still dyes his hair black.

His eldest son is an attorney and college professor living in London. He surprised his father on his birthday with tickets to visit Gumption Fl.

The father, became angered, raising his voice, he declined to take the tickets, telling his son, my home is Cuba. The homes, I built for your mother, your sisters, and your brothers are located in Cuba. I purchased the surrounding lands for all my children and their offspring to either build their own homes here or live where they chose with the education I have provided.

Gumption Fl is where I was born, not where I wish to visit.

This devastated the son who, along with all his sibling were perplexed with wanting to know why their father, one of the most revered men in their village had no wish to return to visit his birth place.

Their father began to cry as his children and great-grandchildren began asking and induced him to offer an explanation. He described how he painted the red cross on the roof of the school as part of a high school graduation prank.

With tears in his eyes, he leaned forward speaking with a soft hushed tone as all of his fifty plus family members gathered closer to hear and learn of his explanation. He stated, he has not spoken the truth in over fifty years about the truth of the helicopter landing on the school’s roof.

The truth is, the weight of the helicopter caved in on top of the elementary section of the school. The ceiling fell striking a third grader killing him instantly, who was Uncle Fester’s little brother seated in the classroom.

The local sheriff threatened to arrest him. His mother and father would not speak to him and he became depressed, changing his hair color to hide his shame and guilt for causing the death of his little brother.

As he spoke, the entire family was stunned and shocked.Their father and grandfather was crying as he finished the story and they all sat in silence when he suddenly yelled aloud.

April Fools!

The father said of course he would take the tickets to visit his birth home. So the plan was put in place and their adventure to visit Uncle Fester’s birth place soon began.

The Daily Post Prompt 

“ A Fly on the Wall of History ”

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

If you could be a “fly on the wall” anywhere and at any time in history, where and when would you choose?

Tie travel quote

I recall as a child with friends, we would dream of an opportunity to become the “Fly on the Wall,” returning in time to experience a significant moment in history. If time travel became possible, I probably couldn’t afford it, I would consider many moments in history.

Although, since most of the significant historical points have been written about a million times, my choice would be easy.

I would love to be, the fly on a leaf, in a tree, looking down to discover what came first,

”The Egg or the Chicken”?

The Daily Post Prompt


“We Built This City, By Bicycle”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Built This City.

What do you love most about the city / town / place that you live in? What do you like the least about it? If you were mayor, what would be the most important problem you’d tackle? How would you tackle it?


I love the Southwest Florida area because of the warm temperatures, access to the beaches, fishing the tributaries, rivers and the Gulf of Mexico.

Throughout the year it area shines with pure beauty, yet there are times when the summer rains provide torrential down pours to dazzle the mind, yet within thirty minutes after the rains, the ground is dry.

I enjoy traveling by bicycle along the bicycle trails within my community providing me access to the recreational center, parks, library, grocery store, and restaurants.

If I were mayor, the budget would include the installation of lights along portions of the bicycle trails to encourage night-time riding to and from businesses, parks and recreational facilities.

As time moves forward and the ever-growing retirement population increases, it would benefit the community greatly to have an infrastructure of lighting along the bicycle trails and the beauty of the soft lighting will enhance the overall area and community look.

The Daily Post WordPress Prompt

“Jocks, Jockey’s and Tennis Balls, Ha Ha Ha”

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

Tell us a joke! Knock-knock joke, long story with an unexpected punchline, great zinger.


During the pre-party at the ESPN, “ESPY” Awards, several football, baseball and basketball players were joking with a couple of horse jockeys. They were joking about each group playing with balls.

The jockey’s, joked about the football players chasing after their balls, baseball player hitting and throwing their balls. The basketball players bounce and dunk their balls. One of the football players described the jockey’s ridding animals around a dirt track with balls, and they all laughed.

Over hearing the conversation, tennis star, Serena Williams, leaned into the group smiled, and stated “I hit tennis-balls, to relieve my frustrations and I win.”

The Daily Post Writing Prompt


“Metro-sexual, Whoa!”

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

What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?


The term metro-sexual, defines a male who is concerned with enhancing his personal approach by grooming, beauty treatments and fashionable clothing.

Many years ago I seldom applied oils, or lotions to my skin and I rarely used cologne, and if I did use cologne, it was on special occasions.

My sister gave me my first bottle of mens cologne, “Drakkar” as a Christmas gift. I really loved the smell of “Drakkar, ” so I applied it every Sunday for several months and when I emptied the bottle, I was sadden.

Because I’m the greatest frugal consumer, I waited until the following christmas to buy a bottle of cologne. When I made the purchase, I discovered mens cologne combination gift sets that included deodorants, after-shaves cologne, pre-shave creams, soaps, shampoos, and lotions. All of this for one price, I knew, the combination gift set may last more than six months to a year.

So as the years passed I amassed a collection of cologne and now it is quite unique if a cologne last more than three to six months in my home.

Numerous friends, mostly males have commented on what I do, and when the phrase metro-sexual became a buzz word some years ago, I never thought I was one since I only desired to smell, look and feel good about myself.

Because, I did not receive my copy of the “Male Macho Book,” explaining how my skin is supposed to be rough, dry and cuts to the touch. I chose to believe the existing mens cologne gift box sets are there for me to use daily.

I have evolved to understand there is nothing wrong with a pedicure or manicure, and since I never recieved the male macho book explaining not to have these treatments. I find it is a necessity, along with fine colognes, except Drakkar, Because I grown tired of the fragrance, some years ago.

I now have and enjoy my favorite cologne to include, Calvin Klein’s Obsessions, Eternity, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbanna, Ralph Lauren’s Polo, Davidoff Cool’s Water and of course my favorite Halston’s Z-14.

I believe that it is important men and women to take care of themselves from the outside in and most importantly their skin, since it is the largest organ of the human body.

Moisturizing the skin is essential, yet care and time should be set aside daily to complete the task just as going to the gym.

There should never be a judgement or debate about being macho or metro-sexual. Because, taking care of the one and only body is a matter of health and commonsense.

The Daily Post Word Prompt


“Mountains, Hills, and Beaches”

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

Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?


I was raised in the Midwest with the Mighty Mississippi and Missouri Rivers as the largest bodies of water. I was influenced by the author Mark Twain’s stories of “The adventures of Huckleberry Finn’s,” lazy days along the rivers.

As a child, television and encyclopedia’s provided me with beautiful visuals of the American East and West coast beaches. Yet, it wasn’t until I was in high school when I had the opportunity to view the Atlantic Ocean with my eyes. The sight of the ocean and shoreline sealed my belief, I would one day live near the ocean.

Later in life while working and living in Northern VA, the location provided me the opportunity to live within a one hour drive of the Appalachian Mountain Range and a three hours drive to the Atlantic coast beaches of Ocean City and Virgina Beaches. Over the years, I spent many days & nights camping, hiking, bicycling comparing the mountains and beaches. After five years of visits, I confirmed I would one day live near the ocean in retirement.

Many of my east coast friends identify the Appalachian Mountains as the hills of the East, while the Western US are where the mountains are, and they are right.

My first travels to the Western US was on my motorcycle and I recall vividly as I approached the Rocky Mountains from the East along a two lane road in southern Kansas with a cloudless blue sky. I watched the Rocky Mountains appear beginning as whips of white clouds in the distance to become the majestic overwhelming beauty as I traveled west from Salina KS.

The beauty was so overwhelming I stop several times to visually take in the impressive sights.

However, I was drawn to the beaches and the subtle sounds of the surf lapping against the shoreline providing me peace and tranquility that calms my soul.

I have visited many natural locations within and outside of the US. Yet my mind and soul are easily taken away with the sounds of the surf, the squeaking of shore birds in the morning and the sand between my toes. This moment claims my spirit more than any other colorful site I have seen or visited.

The Daily Prost writing prompt


“32 Flavors of ?”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “32 Flavors.”

Vanilla, chocolate, or something else entirely?


The term “32 Flavors” in the US is linked to the Ice Cream franchise, “Baskin & Robbins.” However, since I’m not a fan of eating ice cream, I always associate 32 flavors with the number of cigars I can choose from when I visit my local cigar bar.

Yes, I know smoking cigars, are harmful to my health, and since I chose not to use the prompt to name 32 flavors of adult beverages, I consider my once a month cigar as my only once a month vice.

The Daily Post’s Writing Prompt Ping-Back

A house divided: “Family Ancestry”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A House Divided.”

Pick a divisive issue currently in the news. Write a two-part post in which you take on two personas and approach the topic from both sides. Bonus points for a creative format


This is only the second time I have written about anything other than up-beat, comical, whimsical issues on this blog. I also write articles for another blog, Tremr.com/007pandas and the daily prompt has requested a two part issue on a current topic. With so many contemporary issues of the day, it truly will be hard to choose. Yet, here I go!

In recent years, national television shows have highlighted celebrities discovering their family heritage, with some discoveries good and others not so good.

Either way, what most people fear are discovering horrible family secrets that were hidden to protect who, the adults from knowing the truth? I can understand keeping the secret from small children under 18, however upon adulthood, tell them the truth. I was always told, “The truth shall set you free.” Yet, many families keep secrets as if their family has a secret that has never been heard of before.

Now, with the above stated paragraph read, what if your research of your family history brought about the discovery of literally a horrendous family monster.

Such a discovery was made by a Black German when they discovered their grandfather was the vile Nazi commandant in charge of the concentration camp highlighted in the movie Schindler’s-List.

So the debated discussion is; Would this discovery help heal the family, or would prove to be better to keep this secret locked away for all never to know?

The link below the daily post link, provides a detailed look at the author of the up coming book detailing her discovery.

The Daily Post’s Writing Prompt Ping-Back

A black German’s family history brings to light her grandfathers Nazis past.


“I Want to Know What Love Is”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”

We each have many types of love relationships — parents, children, spouses, friends. And they’re not always with people; you may love an animal, or a place. Is there a single idea or definition that runs through all the varieties of “love”?


Discovering intimate love outside of a blood related loving family can and will be by far the most incredible risky, trusting venture a human being can endure only to learn what love is.

The Daily Post’s Writing Prompt Ping-back


Twenty-Five letters and no “Q”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Twenty-Five.”

There are 26 letters in the English language, and we need every single one of them. Want proof? Choose a letter and write a blog post without using it. (Feeling really brave? Make it a vowel!)

I just love these types of word prompt challenges. I chose the letter “Q”.

As a child I fell in love with all the Disney movies and my first Disney love was and still is “Mary Poppins” I had the album and my parents purchased me a phonograph to play the album.

One of the musicals songs I worked hard to learn was the following. “su·per·ca·li·fra·gil·is·tic·ex·pi·a·li·do·cious.”

I don’t think I used the letter “Q” in this posting!

The Daily Prompt, “Twenty-Five”


“Study Abroad”

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

If you were asked to spend a year living in a different location, where would you choose and why?


Oh yes, I will study abroad in England, France, Western Africa and Brazil to continue my studies of the Atlantic Slave Trade focusing on the time period between the 15th, and 18th, century. I will continue to study the economic and systemic details of the Atlantic Slave trade from its inception.


I will continue my studies of the US and European abolitionist of their time, with a focus on William Wilberforce the renowned abolitionist, politician, philanthropist, who was the vocal driving force establishing the 1807 Slave Trade Act to Abolish Slavery in all the British Empires, and colonies.


“Am I Not A Man And A Brother?” medallion created as part of anti-slavery campaign by Josiah Wedgwood, 1787

The Daily Prompt “Study Abroad” ping back


Set it to Rights: “Procrastination”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Set It To Rights.

Think of a time you let something slide, only for it to eat away at you later. Tell us how you’d fix it today.


I have many family, and friends, I mail or email a card to acknowledge, christenings, birthdays, graduations, and many special event in their lives.

At the dawn of the 1990’s, I began using a day planner in a leather three-ring binder to keep track of my daily, weekly, monthly and yearly organized and planned events. During the late 1990’s, I discovered an electronic device called “The Palm Pilot. ”


Within a couple of days, I easily transitioned from the leather-bound three-ring binder to use the device only and I was able to transfer my calendar of events to my new desk top computer. With the desk top computer, I was also able to exchange and received updates on my calendar with my secretary and others in the office. This allowed everyone updated information on the scheduled meeting and upcoming events.

Since I have sustained and kept an electronic device providing me reminders of approaching events.There never has been a situation or circumstances I (Slide) or go without knowing of days, weeks, months, and at least a year in advance of any event.

However, for me the procrastinations of unpleasant life activities like the yearly dental or Dr. Exams is always scheduled and never forgotten.

Yet when the appointment person asks if I wish to change my appointment to a later date or time, with a heavy sigh, I eagerly take the later appointment, easily sliding the visit into the future.



“Too Big To Fail.”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Too Big To Fail.”

Tell us about something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail (and tell us why you haven’t tried it yet)


I have a bucket list filled with numerous detailed items taking me around the world enjoying locations and specific things to be done. Last on my list is parachuting out of a perfectly good airplane.

Parachuting is last on my list, simply because if there is a malfunction with the main chute and my second will not deploy, I will be extremely upset, as I spiral towards the Earth ending my chances to complete my bucket list.

WordPress Daily Prompt

“I’d Like to Thank My”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I’d Like to Thank My fellow bloggers.”

You are receiving an award –- either one that already exists, or a new one created just for you. What would the award be, why are you being honored, and what would you say in your acceptance speech?

Over the years, I have received countless commendations, and recognition for many things I have done including the recent “Libster Award” for blogging, I graciously accepted.

I wrote the acceptance response thanking several bloggers. Now if I had a podium to speak from in front of an audience of fellow bloggers. I would present a short speech, like the actor Morgan Freeman did when he who won an Oscar Award for Best Supporting Actor.

WordPress Daily Prompt

“My First Libster Award”


This is my first Libster award nomination and I want to thank fellow blogger Living Over the Hill Celebrating the beginning of life, again! She began the blogging journey as I did in 2014, As an acceptance for this award, I have been asked to answer the following eleven questions about myself, “An Aspiring Writer” and the “Retirement Lifestyle” enthusiast.

1. Talk about the process of deciding to blog and actually doing it. What motivated or motivates you?

Answer: During the fall of 2012, I retired to Southwest Florida transforming my lifestyle from a career work-alcoholic to becoming a Florida beach bum. The change was a life altering experience. I spent the next several months indulging in all of my hobbies. It was the fall of 2013, I began reading many novels and I wrote reviews of what I read utilizing the Goodreads.com site. As I read the reviews on the authors websites, I noticed many authors had blogs, and I didn’t know what a blog was.

I began my discovery of blogging focused more on my “Retiree Lifestyle” and my experiences throughout 2014. By September of 2014, I became a serious blogger, as I feel madly in love with writing. I’m motivated by the many blogging buddies I have discovered, especially the writers and poets.

2. Have you ever read a book, recommended by or mention in a blog? If so, what was the book, and how was it?

Answer: I read the three-part series, “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” within a 40-day period on the recommendation from a Goodreads blog after reading Dan Brown’s “Angels & Demons.” I went on to read all of Dan Brown’s novels. Yes, I admit I have become a book nerd.

3. What’s the best thing about blogging and has the experience been what was expected?

Answer: My best experiences of blogging are the discoveries of fellow blogging retirees, writers, and poets. They continue to inspired my perceptions an ideas for my blog and writings.

4. What (or who) inspires you?

Answer: When I began blogging, I followed every retiree, empty nester and poet, with an upbeat and inspiring writing style. Eric Tonningsen, and the Empathyqueen are and still my inspirations for blogging.

5. Write about a memorable blog post, one your wrote that meant a lot , or one someone else wrote that made a big impression.

Answer: My most memorable blog posts include, “In Retirement, activate your dreams & Passions?”. I wrote this post with deep emotions after it dawned on me I was actually retired.

I recently wrote a post titled “Internal Anguish,” after I reflected on the past six months of blogging and realizing I have gone without participating in my outdoor activities such as kayaking, bicycling, and Geocaching.

6. What inspired you to blog?

Answer: I’m inspired by authors who wrote blogs to promote their platform of novels and their up coming novels.

7. Do you schedule a particular time each day to blog?

Answer: I write in the morning immediately upon waking up when thoughts are fresh in my mind. However, many times after 9:00 pm, I find a burst of energy to write.

8. What have you found most rewarding about blogging?

Answer: I find it most rewarding to blog the daily prompts as it provides the inspiration to write my short stories and novels.

9. What advice would you give to any, new blogger.

Answer: I have advised many of my friends to consider blogging as a form of therapy. Wordpress provides a blogging university program complete with downloadable books to assist the new blogger.

10. What is at the top of your bucket list?

Answer: At the top of my bucket list is to become a full-time RV’er and take my blogging on the road, to become a travel blogger.

11. Are you planning to expand your blog to include any other subjects than what you currently blog about?

Answer: I plan to include a section for my short stories, flash fiction, photography and poetry.

Eleven random facts about An Aspiring Writer

  1. I was a scout leader for my son’s Boy Scout Troop.
  2. I have traveled by motorcycle from Key West Florida to Fairbanks Alaska.
  3. I have driven a tractor-trailer across the US.
  4. I’m an Army veteran of the MP Corp, & Military investigation.
  5. I love to hike, ride my bicycle, kayak and geocache.
  6. I preparing to become a full-time RV’er.
  7. I love trains more than planes to travel.
  8. I’m a St. Louis Cardinals Fan for life.
  9. I have attended two US Presidential Inaugurations.
  10. I have lived in Germany for two years.
  11. I’m a former Boy Scout

I nominate the following bloggers who I feel deserves to be recognized for they’er contribution to the Blogging world because they are an inspiration, informative and their contributions makes the blogging world a happier place for all.

  1. Perspective on life work & leisure
  2. Living over the hill: Celebrating the beginning of life again
  3. The Empathy-queen
  4. CERobinson Before Sunset

“We Can Be taught”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Can Be Taught!.”

What makes a teacher great?


I have family members and several friends who teach at every level of academia. What I noticed about each is their ability to stimulate the minds of their students with knowledge beyond what the core curriculum provides for them to educate their students.

It is amazing how they influence the minds of their students to learn a new subject or build upon existing knowledge, yet expand their thoughts to seek a broader understanding and meaning of what is offered, beyond the basics.

Any teacher who can encapsulate these abilities and performance as a teacher, is someone who can teach anyone who wants to be taught.


Teachers rule the world!



“Time Capsule”

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

What would you put in this year’s time capsule to channel the essence of our current moment for future generations?


the items placed in the time capsule dated 2015 with an opening date of 2999, will include a selfie stick, several newspapers from around the world, a smart phone, photos of the earth from an orbiting Satellite. A laptop computer with a list of various time capsules from around the world and their contents.

Upon opening the time capsule, the instructions will be to immediately take a selfie and up load to social media. The time capsule will be buried at the South Pole and is scheduled to be opened exactly at the same time as the Chinook Center Time Capsule in Calgary Alberta, Dec 29, 2999.

The photograph, above, is of the Chinook Center Time Capsule and the link below provides detailed information about the time capsule and its contents.




“Imitations / Flattery”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Imitation/Flattery.”

Write a post about anything you’d like — in the style of your favorite blogger. (Be sure to link to them!)

Morning Walk

High tide of the ocean edging against the Gulf


A yellow star surrounded by a

cloudless blue sky.

Sun rising, lathering my skin,

on a

warm January morning.

A smile on my face, tenderness in my spirit

for my morning walk.




“Just a Dream”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Just a Dream.”

You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.


I have never had dreams that concerned or frightened me, yet when I read the prompt, I immediately thought of the dreams I have had many times after I retired.

I would dream of being dressed in flip-flops, cargo shorts, tank-top, cap and sunglasses on a warm sunny day in Florida, I would be either fishing from a pier, in a kayak paddling through the tranquil mangroves, or bicycling towards a setting sun dotted with Palm trees on both sides of the bike path.

These dreams have taken place numerous times and I have enjoyed them immensely. However, while enjoying the dream, I was always awakened by a former co-worker shaking my shoulder and yelling my name to wake up.

Once I open my eyes, I realized, I was on the beach in Southwest Florida and it was my bladder wanting me to go to the bathroom,

Thank goodness for the vivid dreams!



“In loving Memory”

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

Write your obituary

writing_journey of a blog

This is the fourth or fifth time I have written my obituary, yes I know it is wired however the first time I wrote my obituary was for a class in the 80’s,

I wrote another after the death of a friend and within the last six years I have written my obituary a couple of times just before I completed some hair-raising bucket list items. So if I’m typing this, I’m truly a blessed and fortunate man.

I understand and realize my time on this planet is limited and writing a journal detailing my daily, weekly, monthly yearly and decade after decade activities help focus what I want my obituary to look like.

I would suggest to many families and friends to write their obituary to keep abreast of whether or not their life is moving in the direction they wish, and most importantly it takes the burden away from family and or friends to write your obituary.

Although you may not be around to view or hear what was written, writing your own, gives you a better chance of having what you wrote be available to family and friends.

Updating your obituary is a way to see if your life is following the path you are proud of and would want anyone to know.

As far as my obituary, since I’m planning to live at least another 40 years, I look forward to the day when I look up to view one of my two children changing my Depends to complete the cycle of life.

As far as my Obituary, I made revisions in January 2015, and it will become accessible upon my death.



“Plead the Fifth”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Plead the Fifth.”

What question do you hate to be asked? Why?


When I retired, many people would state, you retired young and some would ask, how did I get to retire so young?

Since most of the questions were coming from fellow retirees in the 70’s and 80’s who only recently retired within the last five or ten years. I began stating that I retired on time after twenty-five years and I planned better than most.

The first time I used the statement, the couple walked away abruptly, so I solved the problem of what to say and not plead the fifth.



“Me Time”

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

What’s your ideal Saturday morning? Are you doing those things this morning? Why not?

Sanibel Island FL. Beach Sunset

Sanibel Island FL. Beach Sunset

I love this prompt because Saturday is my everyday, however the choices of what to do has caused a slight dilemma from time to time.

I usually begin my day with a morning walk of two or three miles while listening to the Dave Matthews Band or an audio book.

Since I do this before breakfast to work up a sweat that invigorates the body after slumbering the night away with blissful dreams.

My dilemma usually begins upon my return, after showering and eating breakfast. Usually, I settle into writing short stories, blogging, or as of late, reading a couple of great books, have taken up my days until the sun begins its decent in the horizon.

Watching the setting sun, I reflect and think of how blessed and fortunate I am, because after a morning walk the rest of the day is “Me Time.”



“Fight or Flight” A short story.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fight or Flight.”

Write about your strongest memory of a heart-pounding, belly twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?


In 1978, Jeb Collier, was a 17 years old, standing 6’7″, 140 pounds, with striking strawberry colored hair and the face of a twelve-year-old. He enlisted in the US Army as a Military Policeman before he graduated high school and was scheduled to leave two weeks after his high school graduation.

Suzy Lovell at 5’1,” began dating Jeb in the seventh grade and were high school sweet hearts after Jeb gave Suzy a promise ring during their sophomore year and were expected to marry, before Jeb left for the Army’s basic training at Fort McClellan Alabama.

When Jeb was in the sixth grade, he stood 5’11, and 95 pounds, so he was always taller than most of his elementary school classmates and during the summer before he went to seventh grade, he grew an astonishing 8 inches.

He suffered through his teenage years of name calling such as “Red tooth pick, ” “Red stick, ” and the one he hated the most, “Skinny Sickle. ”

A day after signing his agreement to enter the military and three weeks before graduation, Jeb began to physically fight anyone who called him anything other than Jeb.

This included his two older and three younger brothers, along with several of his close friends and enemies, who ridiculed and tormented him over the years.

These fights, impressed Suzy and she was extremely proud to be Jeb’s girlfriend. Over the years, they talked about how Jeb should standup to those who called him names and Suzy told him, he needed to demand the respect, he deserved.

All of the fights ended with Jeb gaining a sense of respect from all who lived in the small coal mining town of 300, in Putney Kentucky.

Two days after their graduation, Jeb and Suzy, hiked along a familiar trail to view the sunset from a nearby mountain top. For years, they have taken the hike, to view the beauty of nature, talk and most importantly to find privacy to take part in a little heavy petting.

After the sun settled in behind the Kentucky Mountains, the two began walking along the trail back to their homes in town, a couple of miles away in the darkening skies of a gorgeous sunset.

They were holding hands when noises in the woods startled them both, as bears were known to be in the area in the late spring. They also thought it was their friends attempting to scare them. So they each yelled out, calling the names of friends they assumed were doing everything possible to frighten them.

They stopped several times to yell towards the woods but no one acknowledged them. This began to frighten them both as they walked holding hands.

The rustling of the woods continued as Jeb held Suzy’s hand tighter, picking up his pace with his long legs. Their fear grew ever so dreadful, as the setting sun, turned to darkness.

With their minds racing with fear, their hearts pounding, tears began to stream down Suzy’s face, as she tried to keep pace with Jeb, who was literally pulling her along.

Suddenly, a loud crash of trees was heard by both. Jeb stopped in his tracks and asked Suzy, did you hear that noise, she said yes. She looked up towards Jeb quietly asking him, what are you gong to do?

However, before he could answer, a large black bear, fifteen yards behind them and ten years or so into the wood, stood standing two or three feet taller than Jeb, looking down at the two.

Jeb, looking into, Suzy’s eyes, said, I don’t know about you, but you better keep up, and with that, he yelled screaming, Help! Help! Help, all the way home.

Jeb’s mother, father, four of his brothers along with two of his sisters ran out of the house towards Jeb’s screaming voice. Two of Jeb’s brothers holding their shotgun and one of his sisters carrying his father’s shotgun ran towards him with their flash lights in hand, asking what happen.

Jeb, was breathing heavy, sweating profusely, and his redden face was flushed with fear, between breaths, he explained he saw a bear on the trail.

Just as his mother and father walked up behind his brothers and sisters. His mother asked, where is Suzy? There was an awkward silence for a moment, when Suzy, yelled, I’m right here, Mama, Collier.

Suzy was so furiously mad at Jeb, that she did not speak to him until he returned from the Army’s training when she accepted his wedding proposal to marry.



“Last Words”

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

You have the chance to write one last post on your blog before you stop blogging forever. Write it.


Now, if I knew the date of my last blog post, I will write and schedule fifty-two blogs to be posted after my scheduled last day of posting, since WordPress provides bloggers the opportunity to schedule their blog post far into the future.

So, I hope my words will inspire, and or touch the minds and souls of many well after my demise.


Cut Off

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

When was the last time you felt really, truly lonely?

I have traveled many miles across America via motorcycle, and hiking, I have been in wilderness locations where I actually was concerned, yet not alone. Although, during each of these instances, I had not encountered no other humans for several hours only wildlife.


On a trip to Fairbanks Alaska several years ago, I was traveling southbound along the Alaska Highway when I stopped to look at the beautiful vistas of Green Lake. The sight was mesmerizing as my eyes were transfixed on the trees along the hill side reached towards the sky and the warmth of a July evening punctuated the quiet beauty, I was absorbing.


Ten or fifteen minutes may have passed when I heard and spotted a medium-sized bear 50-75 feet away, rooting around in the ditch between the roadway and tree line. When he recognized me, we watched each other for close to twenty-seconds or more.

I was not shocked by the encounter, however, I began to quickly calculate and consider how fast I could get to my motorcycle, start it up before this young curious bear could cover the distance from his position towards me?

I’m aware, that most bear’s want attack unless there is food involved and since I do not carry food on the motorcycle, I was breathing a little easier especially as I turned the key and started off down the road.


When I began my bucket list ride on the east-coast, every animal I encountered would always quickly run back into the woods upon seeing me on the motorcycle. However, since traveling along the Alaska Highway, every Bears, Mose, Elk and Buffalo I encountered, looked and stared at me with a gaze of wonderment. I felt, I was in a cage, looking out upon them in their natural habitat.

During all of my years of traveling, people have asked am I lonely, or am I afraid? I realized and understand, I’m never alone when I travel especially in the wilderness. I am simply an occupant of the earth observing the beauty I see with an emotional peaceful and blessed feeling within.

Local Flavor”

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


Write a piece about a typically “local” experience from where you come from as though it’s an entry in a travel guide.


The Southwest Florida sunsets, are a natural phenomenon that occurs daily and they are a special sight during the winter months as thousands of Snow-birders arrive escaping the harsh winters.


Because of the shorter day light hours, many arrive after an afternoon slumber to bask in the warmth of 75 – 85 degree temperatures with a slight breeze always blowing, to view the end of a gloriously beautiful day.


This is daily local flavor that attracts many Snow-birds to the beach every evening.


“Tourist Trap”

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

What’s your dream tourist destination — either a place you’ve been and loved, or a place you’d love to visit? What about it speaks to you?

Redwood National Park

Redwood National Park

During the summers of 2006 & 2007, I toured Redwood and Glacier National Parks.These two locations stirred my soul emotionally, as I was brought to tears while standing in awe of the beauty of Mother-Nature.

The overwhelming scent of natural Pine Trees in Glacier National Park was ever-present in the early morning hours as I toured the park by motorcycle traveling along the “Going to the Sun Road.”


I know there are many sites of grandeur around the world, however, people use various adjectives to describe the beauty of what they have seen. Nothing can take the place of standing in these National Parks where Mother Nature traps’ the souls of many tourists with her majestic beauty.



“A Plot of Earth”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Plot of Earth.”

You’re given a plot of land and have the financial resources to do what you please. What’s the plan?


If I was given 500 acres of earth in the mid-west of the US to develop as I please, I would donate the land to the National Young Farmer Coalition for development to use only as an organic farm.

The current trend of young people cultivating land as farmers is increasing across the US. as reported in a couple of articles by the NY Times and National Public Radio (NPR) reflecting a documented trend.

Although, I would  never want to work a farm especially in the winter, I enjoy viewing the beautiful farmlands of the mid-west as I travel across the US.



8 Ways Scrivener Aids My Writing

Retirement Lifestyle / Nomadic Adventurer:

Most writers would benefit from this program, although the learning curve is tough, however it is well worth the effort, for whatever type of writing or writer.

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When I originally gave Scrivenera whirl earlier this year I didn’t know how the software worked. But I read several articles and posts about how other writers put this writing tool to use. I took my time working through the provided tutorial after which I began using it with increasing regularity.

Over the last few months, I’ve begun using Scrivener for almost all of my writing. I’m so impressed with it’s usefulness, I’ve begun writing about this software to share my ideas. I’m getting lots of mileage out of blogging with it and I’ve begun using it for my newsletter and other email templates.

Here are 8 ways Scrivener boosts my efforts as a writer:

1. I’m better organized from the beginning of projects. Because Scrivener is an organizational tool, I’m able to develop structure from…

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29 Quotes by Great Contemporary Writers no. 6.


  1. “If everyone would do one nice deed every day, what a wonderful world it would be!” (Christine).

  1. “So…be open to others, be loving, and see how all that love comes back to you” (Christine).

  1. “Each and every one of us has our own path to walk. We might have people helping us along the way, and we might stop to help others along their own path, but ultimately, we travel down our own roads” (Angie).

  1. “I believe women’s movements are successful because they are needed in our world. If men treated women better then there would be no need for them” (Nicodemas).

  1. “…Patience takes practice. Like mindfulness, it’s a strength that we build over time.” (ANU).

  1. “We are part of the world, and our inner peace is connected to peace outside of us. We can create peace in the world; and beauty in the world can bring us peace…

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What Kind of Blogger Are You?

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The “hobby blogger” feels slighted that someone else can “make it” where they cannot. I can’t count the number of times I have read “you can’t do that with a blog or on social media.” What people really mean by this statement is that THEY don’t know how to do such and such on that platform. People love blanket statements and love to set limitations for others. Often it is because they themselves have failed in their own attempt and they just hate to see someone else succeed. These people are known as “anchors’ and they will weigh you down with their negativity and halfhearted attempts at advice. Cutting off these anchors will make your ship sail much more smoothly.

What kind of blogger are you and what are your goals on WordPress? What is your motivation for being on social media in general? Only you individually can answer that…

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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 list of  dreams in the form of a bucket-list. 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.

Several days later while hiking in North Carolina he called home to check in with his wife of 47 years to tell her where he was and how he was doing. When he did not 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, to see if they have seen his wife.

Howard began to panic when Marsha, answered the phone hearing his voice, she began crying uncontrollably. With dread and fear swelling within his voice, he repeatedly asked Marsha what was wrong and when he did not receive any response from her, Howard began to cry. Suddenly, Peter, Marsha’s husband, took the phone from her and asked Howard to sit down, I have to tell you something Howard.

Peter explained, Howard’s wife confided in Marsha, that she was leaving him and two days ago, she packed up the car, along with a small moving truck and move out of their home.

Howard was slightly relieved yet devastated, and speechless for several moments. Suddenly, 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 to hike the Appalachian Trail.


Howard 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 Howard with a notice of divorce from his wife.

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

Howard began again at 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 the manager. The manager walked from his rear office and asked Howard to follow him back into his office

The manager began to unlock his combination safe and retrieved a white envelope address to Howard. The letter had Howard’s home address but no return address, but, Howard quickly realized his ex-wife’s and writing.

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 had taking the large diamond ring out and was staring at the $60,000.00 three-Karat, flawless, diamond ring, and replied.

I did not come back for this,” 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.


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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“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.”


I’m not in Love

Retirement Lifestyle / Nomadic Adventurer:

This is a great poem speaking the truth from the heart.

Originally posted on Mum C writes:

I read love stories
I sing love songs
I talk about love
But I’m not in love.

We’ve been friends for long
I know you want more than that
You have shown me to your parents
But I’m still not in love.

Everyone thinks we are a perfect match
They all say we should get married
And you know very well
That I’m not in love.

You’ve been there for me
You’ve been my earthly Jesus
I call to you every time and you respond
But I’m still not in love
And I hope you’ll understand.

Gerald Adjei

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Writing time again!

Draft a post with three parts, each unrelated to the other, but create a common thread between them by including the same item — an object, a symbol, a place — in each part.


Well, it has been close to a week and I have read numerous books to enlighten and build my perspective on my ability to write.

It has been quoted that a good writer is also an avid reader, so I have been diligent in my reading. I have read several of the following books Adriana Trigiani’s Big Stone Gap, books 2-4, Eric Metaxas’s Amazing Grace: William Wilberforce and the Historic Campaign to end slavery, John Grishm’s Gray Mountain, Oprah Winfrey’s, What I know For sure and one I keep close by Victoria Schmidt’s, 45 Master Characters revised edition.

I, know the list varies between many genre’s but I’m a book geek.

Now that it is April, and the Camp: National Novel Writing Month began on the first, I have begun a romance novel based in Southwest Florida. The outline and character points have been set up and I’m writing this post as a reward for completing the main points of the outline. Yeah me!

I’m on a writing schedule so I will finish with Langston Hughes’s iconic. , “A Dream Deferred.”

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
Like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Keep reading and writing and follow your dreams.

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