"VAMPIRES DON'T DO TAKE OUT." Which is how they knew the blood bank robbery wasn't really the work of vampires. I heard it on Hawaii Five O. Not the old one with Jack Lord. The reboot on CBS. Great title for a Halloween post, isn't it? We run out of candy every year because we don't … Continue reading VAMPIRES DON’T DO TAKE OUT
This week's WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge is TREAT. If you are one of my dogs, that means anything which comes from the hand of a human. Garry would say "hot dogs" or "sashimi" I say "corn," especially corn just harvested from the field.
A Halloween Special Photography by Garry Armstrong Poetry by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) A PSALM OF LIFE WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are … Continue reading AND THE GRAVE IS NOT ITS GOAL: A HALLOWEEN SPECIAL
Yesterday upon the stair I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today ... Gee I wish he'd go away." Childhood ditty When I was little, I had imaginary playmates. I talked to them. They followed me around. I was never lonely because I had friends who understood me. After I started school, … Continue reading I MET A MAN WHO WASN’T THERE
CEE’S BLACK & WHITE PHOTO CHALLENGE: INDOOR WALKWAYS, HALLWAYS, ELEVATORS All of my pictures this week are of the same hallway. It's an old cotton mill, built in the early 1800s. It has been converted into -- among other things -- a television studio and a carpentry shop and showroom. The architecture is beautiful. Lots … Continue reading THE OLD MILL IN BLACK AND WHITE
FROM A DEAD SLEEP John A. Daley Growing up in the secluded mountain town of Winston, Colorado – the middle of nowhere – carries its own burdens. Especially when you aren't the kind of guy who gets much respect from anyone. Not that Sean Coleman has earned much respect. He’s always been a bully, even … Continue reading FROM A DEAD SLEEP – JOHN A. DALY
I heard it, but it didn't make any sense. Noise. Music. Shrill, loud music. Mozart. What does Mozart have against me? I never did anything to him ... Oh. It's the telephone. Someone -- maybe something -- is calling. As the fumes clear my brain, I pick up the receiver, realize it's an 800 number. No … Continue reading WHAT’S THAT NOISE?