“those who do not sing cannot even imagine the joy of singing.” ~~ Gabriel García Márquez
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For Señora who loves to sing, a joy I will never know.

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“those who do not sing cannot even imagine the joy of singing.” ~~ Gabriel García Márquez
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For Señora who loves to sing, a joy I will never know.
For about as long as I have know Señora she has been telling me her sh** does not stink. My response has always been, “Really!?!”
Now there are just 3 souls in the house and one of those is The Wee Dog, the others are myself and Señora. I walked into the downstairs bathroom the other day to do what one normally does in such places. I discovered what I am calling Exhibit A.

I was certain 110% that I had not done this, and that The Wee Dog could not get this high or aim that well, so by deduction, that left the culprit as Señora. I can only conclude that her sh** really does not stink!
The operation into the jungle against the enemy stronghold had been a cluster from the git-go. We were pinned down, no way to retreat. The flanking units were in the same situation or worse. We had repulsed two frontal attacks, taking heavy causalities. It was doubtful we would survive a third. The Lieutenant belatedly called for air support. After what seemed like a gut wrenching eternity, we heard the screaming of approaching jets, and then the whistling of the bombs and explosions, explosions much too close, one after another. I heard a particularly loud whistling, and just before the blast wave hit me, I remember thinking, “Someone really f*** up the coordinates.”
When I became aware again I found myself prone on bare, pebbly ground, naked and cold. Continue reading “One More Time, Again”
“When you sit with a nice girl for two hours you think it’s only a minute, but when you sit on a hot stove for a minute you think it’s two hours. That’s relativity.”
There is a current meme floating around with this Einstein quote. Investigating the veracity of the meme quote, one site concluded it was from a busy Einstein through his secretary to a bothersome reporter needing a quote.
What started my thinking of relativity Continue reading “Relativity”
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This book is subtitled, 250 Years of Great Tales and Curiosities, which sums up this book perfectly. If you live in St. Louis, have lived in St. Louis, know people in St. Louis or just have a general interest in St. Louis, you will find this book enjoyable.
Because it is a series of very short articles, it makes the perfect night stand book or a book for the bath room. I read the whole book over a period of time while visiting the throne room.
Available from Amazon– Amazing St. Louis
Also available as a used book from Abebooks – used copy Amazing St. Louis
These would also work as the opening lines of much longer stories. Selected Shorts, a NPR program, occasionally has a writing contest for stories of less than 300 words or so, anyway very short. These might be too short.
The Ceiling: A short story in one sentence
Wishing his nights were not inhabited by the demons of past missteps, the ghosts of lovers gone, and the general detritus of everyday living, he lay awake wondering how to get to the dawn.
Paris Dream: A short story in one sentence
She had dreamed of living in Paris her whole life, completing college successfully she moved there, only to encounter her first uncircumcised penis, immediately deciding that Schenectady was not so bad after all.

The first story obviously came Continue reading “2 One sentence short stories”
Living intimately long-term with someone can be a wonderful experience, and at times it can be a bit strange.
Señora and I were stripping the sheets from the bed in preparation of laundering them. We had completed the task of removing the bed sheets, and I was standing next to the bed momentarily still. The mental gears were actually churning, and I was forming a question in my mind, “When was the last time we washed the mattress pad?” Before I could utter the inquiry she said to me, “Do you think we need to wash the mattress pad?”
Now, Señora is very intuitive when it comes to people. The mattress pad was not particularly dirty; it had just been a while. Perhaps I was staring a bit at the pad, and she picked up on that. At the time it very much felt like she had read my mind.
This is not an uncommon occurrence for us, but it does seem that most of the time it is her picking up on what I was about to say or do.
Whatever it was and is, it is still spooky!
John Carter had the capability of preventing the Martians from reading his mind. Perhaps I should have a conversation with him about his method.
And so it goes.
yeah I know you did not ask!
Flipping through Twitter I came across yet another selfie from a self-described “patriot”. This gentleman was overweight, shirtless but wearing a military style flak vest, and thrusting his assault rifle to the forefront of the picture so it would look bigger. The coup de gras for me was his tattoo. From all appearances, a homemade job from a very drunk comrade displaying “Liberty” above an indecipherable line drawing with “Or Death” underneath that. I’ve seen prison tattoos more artfully executed.
I am convinced that some organization or government is slipping a substance into the national beer supply. It is giving these “patriots” a deluded vision of manhood as a result of pernicious impotence. Given the imbibing propensities of Americans, spiking only 2 or 3 national brands – usually light – would do the trick.
Another good reason to drink imported beer.
yeah I know you did not ask!
The other day I was at home, dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt. Needing to go to the store, I tucked in my shirt as it was cold enough to need a light jacket. While I do it a times, I think it looks a bit sloppy to have your shirt tail hanging out beneath your jacket.
Upon seeing me with my shirt tucked in, admittedly rare for me, Señora said, “My, my, how fancifed you are. Where are you going?” Well not her exact words, but the sentiment is the same.
I’m thinking this retirement gig has lowered our standards a bit.