G Andrew Pratt
Bio
Not much to tell, just a broken old troll getting by.
Stories (4/0)
Unfinished business in Old and New Mexico.
Unfinished business in Old and New Mexico. The ramblings of Drew. Chapter one; The message. As all good adventures begin we have our hero and their trusted sidekick. I was most definitely the sidekick following blindly the hero trusting he knew what he was doing. It all began shortly after I had returned from New York. My neighbor had gone above and beyond while I was gone. This guy did everything I asked him to do as well as hang that light fixture I had been putting off installing! Only reasonable thing to do was have him over for dinner. So here we were, having enjoyed steaks from the grill, sipping scotch on my back porch when he brought up a strange email he had received that afternoon from a company associate he had worked with.
By G Andrew Pratt2 years ago in Fiction
Old trouble in New Mexico
Old trouble in New Mexico Chapter one; Discovering New Mexico Ever wonder “What in the hell just happened?”. Well, nothing brings that thought to mind like sitting in an interrogation room handcuffed to a table bolted to the floor. Not only that, I still do not know exactly for whom or why I am being detained, in spite of having been brought in by state police in handcuffs. I am informed the cuffs are “Merely a precaution.” Also I am not under arrest, “Merely being detained at the request of Homeland Security.” As I share this tale with you, I am sure a few of you are wondering (as am I to a degree) how I ended up in this situation. Hows about I start at the beginning, hmm? For starters I am a 59 year old guy (Soon to be 60!). I am in average shape and build, someone who is easily lost in a crowd. I have had quite an uneventful life, that is till recently. Guess it more or less began when I decided to semi retire to New Mexico.
By G Andrew Pratt2 years ago in Fiction
Grampas Book
There was work to do. I did not care, I had been busting my hump between working, family and moving. We had decided to move cross country to give the family more opportunities. That was how I found myself sitting here going through a box of old family whatnot hiding from the reality and responsibilities. I was supposed to be weeding out anything that did not need to come with us, but instead I was having a moment with the past. I noticed a small black journal with a similar book bound to it. I did not remember seeing this before. Curious I picked them up, untied them, and began to peruse the journal. It was a journal of my grandfathers.It did not look like any of his other journals or notebooks, most were on permanent loan to various colleges and how it ended up here with me was anyone's guess. This looked like a journal of his from his time with the army during the second World War. Gramp’s had been Corp of Engineers and held a degree in chemistry and spoke German, which was why he had been ordered to remain in Germany after the war and help the Paperclip operations.
By G Andrew Pratt3 years ago in Families