Yep, that title is totally misleading but it is clever so I’m keeping it. Today is my birthday and I am turning 50. While I have been wrapping my head around the idea of entering my fifties I am going to share a few thoughts that have crossed my mind.
Continue readingEvery Year a Feather
Every year we earn a feather.
Every ten years our feathers weigh a pound.
At age 10, our 1 pound of feathers are weighty but we have enough energy we don’t notice.
Continue readingThe Hitman’s Phone – Chapter V
V. The Retrace
It hurt to open his eyes but Tony knew he needed to open them.
“Hon,” he heard a woman’s voice say from somewhere in the distance. Was it an angel? He couldn’t say for certain but he guessed that if he were, in fact, dead there would be no angels greeting him.
“Tony,” he heard the voice again. It was a familiar voice. It was his wife’s voice.
He opened his eyes and sat up but wished he hadn’t done either.
Continue readingThe Impatient Visitor
The wind came for a little chat.
I said, “Okay, but I’m a bit busy for that.
Sit in a chair
right over there
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Chapter IV: The First Complication
The next morning, the two of them were on their way. It had to appear like they were actually on vacation so Tony planned a two-day driving trip. Whenever Cheyenne complained about not stopping to see something he would just say, “We only have a week.” Which was his timeline for completing the job before someone else would be sent in to clean it up. And technically, the timer started yesterday. This was day two. He should have the assignment completed by the end of day 3. That gave him a little cushion time of four days but he never liked to bank on cushion time. Best to get in and get it done.
Continue readingDon’t Push Out the Wrong One
A sad tale told a time or two –
some do their best in any case
to build their walls and fill their space.
But some of us keep the wrong few
and push out those whose love is true.
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III. The Plan
The very next morning, Tony went to the store to buy supplies for the trip. As he stood in line at Wal-Mart with his new phone he smiled. Did he have the greatest wife or what? She was so willing to make the trip west with him and he didn’t even need to use his full-on convincing tactics he had been prepared to use. No wonder he married her. She was simply the best. How lucky could one man be?
Continue readingHe is Not Worth the Tears
Oh, my, my,
I know you wanna
cry, cry, cry
because he sure done you wrong, kid.
He promised forever and ever
but his ever wasn’t that long.
His forever had a however
all you know now is he’s gone.
Continue readingThe Hitman’s Phone – Chapter II
II. The Job
There was some loudmouth in Wyoming of all places that had caught the attention of Tony’s newest employer. His recent employer had a billion-dollar multi-faceted company and one large chunk of it was a mining operation in Wyoming. The mine actually housed two sources of revenue. The mining was, in fact, legal and ironically above ground. It employed thousands of locals and was a main industry to the nearby town. The other source of revenue, however, eclipsed the earning potential of the mine. It employed hundreds of people but none of these particular employees ever filled in a W2 form. They were responsible for receiving special shipments from Mexico and rerouting them to various locations in the United States and even up to Canada. Shipments of drugs would come in by the truckload. They would go out in special compartments underneath the mined material in the train cars.
Continue readingNot All Came Home
We sent our boys to fight a war
and then we sent even more.
The cause agreed upon was liberty
to keep us living in the land of the free.
They returned with battle wounds
but if the scar could not be seen it was assumed
their life should simply restart and be resumed
and any pain or hurt should not be shown
because not all the boys came home.
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