Assignment Twenty Things We Treasure

Hanging on my living room wall hangs a weather station, It’s made of brown plastic to simulate wood, built into it are a hygrometer, for humidity, a barometer to to keep track of the sir pressure, and a thermometer to remind me that I am either going to sweat, freeze, or be comfortable. It isn’t […]

Assignment Nineteen Labels

As I thought and kicked Ideas for this blog around in my head, thoughts of labels and stereotypes and labeling people came to mind, So with that said it’s time to climb on my soapbox, and clear my throat, and either make an impression of total fool of myself. Why is it, I ask you, […]

Assignment Eighteen The Neighborhood

The neighborhood is much the same as remember it, different faces, different faces, different names, some places are gone now, but it’s still the same. As I wondered through, my mind drifted back to when I was twelve, over there where the empty lot is now was a family bakery, My nose would be filled […]

Locked in small places

claus·tro·pho·bia noun \ˌklȯs-trə-ˈfō-bē-ə\ : a fear of being in closed or small spaces : an unhappy or uncomfortable feeling caused by being in a situation that limits or restricts you Mr. Webster was accurate and precise on his definition above, Claustrophobia, is a very unhappy feeling when one is in a small space. However, each […]

Among The Dust

As I sit here in the quiet of the morning, looking out my window at the dull dreary gray sky. You know it’s the kind of sky that reek’s of rain but teases the earth by not giving it one precious drop of water, it’s the type of day that makes one reflect on things […]

Assignment Sixteen Among the Dust

In a forgotten corner of the train station sits a dust filled room next to the baggage office. Seldom does a visitor enter the dusty world, except to inquire about a lost bag or package,usually to find that the bag has not been unloaded off the baggage truck yet. The shelves are lined with forgotten […]

Assignment Fourteen Crisis

Crisis, you have been a constant unwelcome visitor at my door. You first visited in January in the form of a fall that broke my leg and forced me to place my wife in a place, she never wanted to be. You brought out the worst and most violent things in a woman who was […]

Assignment Thirteen; Opening My Eyes

In the writing of this blog all incidents, and any views are from my personal observations and  experiences. In no way does this blog reflect experiences or views of any other persons then myself. In my blog a “A Forgotten Population…”  I related the stories of Molly and Joyce two ladies who smiles and enthusiasm […]