Blog
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The Good Trumps the Bad
As most of you probably know Hurricane Irma’s eye passed over Naples where I have my winter escape–a small mobilinium in a lovely park called Naples Land and Yacht Harbor. Our community is about three miles from the Gulf of Mexico and so very vulnerable. …
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Our World: A Commentary
Recently I came upon a list of the world’s top corporations–most of which are conglomerates that are umbrellas to a diversified network of other companies and brands. All are highly political major contributors to international causes dealing with everything from the environment to race relations …
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Retired Old Men
It’s not just here in Hibbing but everywhere I’ve been . . . retired old-timers (men, I’ve observed, far more than women) are hard-wired to daily congregate at a local coffee depot. It could be Sporty’s downtown, Hardees, or McD’s here in Hibbing–but in similar …
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How Time Flies
My last post touched upon one aspect in the life of a man in retirement–the needs for companionship, conversation, and the intangible need to get out of the house for a spell. We all dream of retirement and when it finally comes we find ourselves …
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THE BIRTH OF A STORY
I have recently had a meeting with the first of my two ‘readers’ who critique my new stories. Rich Dinter is an avid reader and one of the smartest people I know–his insights are always timely and candid. His first email prior to our meeting …
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HIBBING: 2017
Hibbing remains a paradox to me. In my last two novels I’ve created a character who returns to Hibbing after being away for a decade. Paul Martin is a retired teacher (history) who moved to Chattanooga after his career at Hibbing High School. His observations, …
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OBITUARIES
This may sound morbid at first thought but I read obituaries. It’s not so much that I am of an age when my own obit will be in the local paper down the road, but rather my innate curiosity. Let me explain. I know quite …
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JUST A ‘BLOG’
A part of the reason for having this website was to ‘blog’ about things political, social, spiritual, and even inane. There is no day in my life that doesn’t offer some insight on life. None. Yet, I become preoccupied with matters of little importance and …