Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, August 21, 2019, 11:33 a.m. Here is the fourth and final installment of my short story. The world is changing so damned much that it’s hard to keep up. For instance, truck stops are not as crowded. It’s fairly easy to get a shower, shave, and otherwise freshen up. I never …
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Adventures with Freddy, Part 3
Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, August 11, 2019, 2:45 p.m. In Part Three, suspicion begins to intrude on the traveling camaraderie between the driverless SUV “Freddy” and the passenger “Horace.” It felt odd to become friends with a machine, but Freddy and I were getting along famously. We traveled all the way to Oregon and back, …
Adventures with Freddy, Part 2
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, July 31, 2019, 12:15 a.m. When last we checked in on Freddy Frost, he and “Horace” were becoming well acquainted. As in the words of Johnny Cash, by way of Shel Silverstein, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July, and before continuing on to Nashville, after a day of writing in collaboration with …
Adventures with Freddy, Part 1
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, July 17 2019, 1:15 p.m. I haven't written a short story in quite a while, so I decided to work on this one in installments. This fiction takes place in the not-too-distant future. The idea grew out of my increasing hatred of air travel. For twenty years, I flew in those …
Adventures in Technology, Breathing, and Breathing Technologically
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, July 18, 2019, 11:18 a.m. This is the first blog in a while. I’ve been busy. My home wifi went out, and I couldn’t schedule a technician until Tuesday. While I was spending time at the local library and McDonald’s – two locations conveniently nearby – someone hacked my Facebook account, …
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Back in the Roots of My Raising
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, July 12, 2019, 1:28 p.m. My mother, 79 years young, and I chat on the phone most days. It is my theory that the relation between generations is all mathematic. When I was born, Betty Davis Dutton was not quite 18. When I was 4 and she 22, we were miles …
Independence with a Little ‘i’
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, July 6, 2019, 1:49 p.m. I’ve restrung two guitars this week during the time I could spare from work. I also worked on my next novel on consecutive days for the first time in at least six months. Independence Day gave me some time for independence. I had a few local …
Suddenly a Song
Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, July 2, 2019, 11:20 a.m. For about a month now, I’ve thought that next year, when I vote for the first time, it will also be the first time I walk into a poll unsure of my choice. The more I think about, this is natural. It’s likely that if I …
I’m on a Slippery Slope My Ownself
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, June 26, 2019, 11:50 a.m. My greatest flaw is absentmindedness. Fortunately, I am also meticulous. How do these competing atributes exist in the same body? This has thus far been a frantic week, and there’s no good reason for it. It’s “the summertime when the weather is hot, you can stretch …
Just Trying to Accentuate the Positive
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, June 14, 2019, 12:22 p.m. What is better now than it used to be? Special K. Remember when kids jockeyed for position to get the best cereal ahead of their siblings from the Kellogg’s Snack Pack? Special K wasn’t special at all. It usually got thrown away. It was supposed to …
Nightrider's Lament 