My first one was sourced from the forest with wood still green on first use. I constructed it entirely of fresh hewn logs, barked with a machete. With a top and a bottom platform it was perfect for the setting and it didn’t fall apart. I built it in my fathers little cabin in the...
Gretchen uses language that I’d expect from an ironworker, though judiciously. Her hair is shaved from one of her temples. She has tatoos up her arm. It’s a style outside what I’m used to that somehow works well with her personality. I like her. Admittedly, I don’t know much about her, just the impression she...
“Bad penmenship”. That’s the answer I give when curious people raise the question. Their inquiries fall into the same few categories. “Shorthand?” no. “What language is that?” It’s bad penmenship. Here’s the official story, all true. I was ten or so and home from school. I don’t remember if it was after class or I...
At last count I have somewhere above thirty unique user names and passwords to remember that I can’t retain so a regular routine for me is password reset. Each time I build a new highly secure password that is so good I can’t remember it later. When you live on a planet infested with people...
She insisted, “Grandpa, let’s take pictures!” I’m an artist. I rely on photographic resources to resolve some of the imagery, and I’ve learned that the best modeling for art happens when the person at the other side of the lens wants the pictures taken. Their ease and enthusiasm goes a long way in the right...
