I Miss My Peace_Deer in Headlights_The Magic Bullet_Lydia and the Three Tenors
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I Miss My Peace
Every Thanksgiving our family near and far gathered to celebrate this American holiday. Pastures and woodlands spread over one hundred and fifty acres. Being from Houston Texas where there was never silence made this a small piece of country heaven. My grandparents lived on a small farm near Ft. Worth Texas. They raised about twelve to fifteen head of polled shorthorn cattle and tended four large vegetable gardens. He grew just about every vegetable and fruit that would grow in that climate. Two gardens were filled with a variety of tomatoes onwww.onedoor.ccions, squash, spinach and many other things I don...
Deer in Headlights
The truck stop beacon is a 50-foot tall neon waitress trapped in an endless purgatorial motion of kicking one high-heeled foot back while holding an immortal tray of drinks, her faceless smile, faceless wink beaming out on the interstate for miles around in the falling dusk. The advertisement seems unnecessary considering the only other options are a decaying Exxon that you passed an hour ago and the uncertainty of the long night ahead. Robin feels that the giant waitress is a kind of lighthouse. A sort of north star for the weary traveler, in need of a coffee and a reasonably clean toilet. Sh...
The Magic Bullet
“You can’t recover until you know what you are recovering from.” And once you recover, complaining doesn’t help change anything. “It’s like trying to turn a pickle back into a cucumber. You are a pickle now.”AnonymousDavid wouldn’t have believed that he had become a pickle, but he was certain that he was in one. He had been confined to a psychiatric hospital, given Thorazine and other powerful drugs that laid him flat out on the floor, unable to move except for his eyes which would roll up and see the doctors in their white coats as they stroll buy him in their satisfaction with themselves. W...
Lydia and the Three Tenors
Quite a few years ago, there was a man named Aaron, who usually spent his summers by himself in a humble Sicilian vacation home. He was part of the trio “The Sicilian Tenors” with his friends Elio and Sam, and they were planning to have a party at Aaron's house, which would be celebrating the release of their most recent album. On the day they were supposed to arrive, Aaron got a call from Elio and Sam, who said they were in town and ready to visit him. Since it had been quite a few months since they last saw each other, Aaron arranged to spend the day in town with Elio and Sam, but he was so...