This was a Daddy Day, which is not to say I am one. It is a subset of what my late father called “one of them Dutton deals.” To me, a Daddy’s Day is one in which very little gets done. My father, who died nearly 22 years ago, could waste a day as …
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Service After the Sale
I’m sure the employees at the nearby cell-phone “store” dread to see me coming. Maybe they’ll forget by the next time. It frustrates me that technology is supposed to make our lives easier, and it doesn’t. It plunges everyone into a black hole of communications with impersonal recordings, interminable periods on hold, and a barely …
A Fable of Raised Expectations
During the heyday of high school football in this town, lots of fans used to watch the team practice late in the evenings, after the mill shift ended. It was the late seventies, and that was a decade that saw Clinton win four state championships and reach the finals twice more. One day I was …
Them Ain’t Got No Coffee Blues
Supposedly drugs do not really make a person creative. They merely make him think he is creative. On the other hand, supposedly, image is reality. I don’t feel creative this morning. I feel listless. I feel dull. I need drugs. The drug is caffeine. I didn’t realize I was addicted to coffee until the apparatus …
Soon … Adventure!
This week is somewhat normal. I’m trying to get some worthwhile editing work on my crime novel, Forgive Us Our Trespasses, and write some short stories. Bills will be paid, errands run, dishes and clothes washed, and yardwork completed. Oh, yeah. Red Sox watched, for better or worse. I’ve never seen a more efficient segue …
A Letter to the Young Me
Dear Tug, It’s just the name Dad calls you. Him and Roy Walker. What you call Roy, Pride, isn’t going to stick, either. Nicknames are going to get boring. By the time you reach, well, your age now, most nicknames are going to be related to your last name. Dut, for instance. You’re going to …
You Just Can’t Beat Originality
I’m learning slowly in spite of myself. I made some mistakes and wasted some money while trying to sell my second novel, The Intangibles. I learned that book reviews you pay for don’t do much good because most of the people who write them don’t read the book and go through the motions. The reviews …
Free and Uncertain as Life
At last, the showers were giving way to the flowers. At the precipice between April and May, Ronnie Whitfill was perched, and the lure of adulthood flowered. The farm boy had a smart phone, a Twitter account, and a restlessness that came every spring but never more thunderous than in this, his senior year of …
A Reluctant, Roundabout Request for Assistance
I have a few thoughts this morning on writing, publishing, etc. Perhaps I should just make them, huh? I wouldn’t need to announce I have some thoughts if I’d just write them. Oh, well. I’m not entering this blog in a contest. I do that with the short stories. Regarding short stories, yesterday was a …
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The Smart Kid
This is sort of a “Man Bites Dog” story, or, perhaps, “Girl Bites God.” Macy McMahon awakened before the alarm went off, as per the usual. She turned it off, got up, rubbed her eyes, gathered her wits, and strode down the hall, where she knocked on the door and yelled, “Rise and shine!” …
Nightrider's Lament 