The End of the Nightmare

We have all read in scientific books, and, indeed, in all romances, the story of the man who has forgotten his name. This man walks about the streets and can see and appreciate everything; only he cannot remember who he is. Well, every man is that man in the story. Every man has forgotten who…

A Road to Madness

(Photo courtesy of Jeremy Perkins at unsplash.com) The other day I went to the park with my two little kids and they both found ways to amuse themselves by spinning around. This brought to mind how much I loved spinning rides as a child. Just like my kids, if given the opportunity, I’d stay on…

In A Mystical Moment

I always see television shows portray family trips as horrendous forays the wrong way across the river Styx.  The dad is always intent on driving as many miles a day as possible, refusing to stop for any reason other than fuel.  The mom is always lecturing the rest of the family about togetherness and/or descending…

Stillness …

Just across the street from one of the houses in which I lived while I was a boy was a small forest. It wasn’t anything spectacular, just some small (maybe twenty foot tall), broadleaf trees which grew in an L-shaped, 8-10 acre patch on two sides of the neighborhood. At its widest point it was…

The Least Worst Option

Were you ever unfortunate enough to have a friend who liked Long John Silver’s? You may have been able to finagle your way out of a trip to the place the first or second time he asked you to go with him, but you know that custom and friendship dictates that the third time you…