To be unseen, everywhere an outsider, at home only with ghosts abandoned long ago in the deepest recesses of secret holds. Time is the difference, bringing closer the once imagined, but now understood to be real spirits that prowl the…
Keeping it real
Have you ever attempted to count the number of times over the course of a day when asked, “How are you?” I haven’t yet, but I think I will tomorrow. Why? Most everyone rely on a canned response to this…
Running in sand
Run fast; try to pass quickly, nimbly, but in the recurring multi-dimensional purgatory of the ailment, of my ailment, it is not possible to clear feet of the drag of thousands of emotionless grains of thought, each cognitive morsel bogging…
Veteran’s Day
Being a combat veteran is not simple. A personal incident from several months ago comes to mind as an illustration. Please let me explain. I had been invited to a dinner sponsored by the Northwest chapter of the Intruder Association…
A book with a soul; the writing of Setting the Hook
Self-publishing was not my first choice for Setting the Hook, a Diver’s Return to the Andrea Doria; not by a long shot. I was fortunate to have had my first nonfiction book, Angles of Attack, an A-6 Intruder Pilot’s War,…