Om Prakash John Gilmore
John (Om Prakash) Gilmore, is a Retired Unitarian Universalist Minister, a Licensed Massage Therapist and Reiki Master Teacher, and a student and teacher of Tai-Chi, Qigong, and Nada Yoga. Om Prakash loves reading sci-fi and fantasy.
Driving My Way To Freedom
I plug in my smart phone and clip it into the little phone holder on the dash it won’t move. I have an extra charger. I plug my phone into that charger at 100% of the charge, knowing that it will be full for most of my short, 2.5 hour shift. I hit a few buttons to open the app. I check to make sure I have all I need and hit ready to accept orders. I write down my beginning mileage, and I am off soon to some restaurant to to pick up a meal for delivery.
We have become a zombie country
It began at my arrival at LAX Terminal 5 – the painful experience of flying. Arriving after a 6 hour flight over the breakfast and lunch hours and only getting a warm cup of apple juice and a few pretzels was just the beginning. I needed to meet a group at Terminal 7. There were no signs at Terminal 5, just people wearing masks standing around. The information booth sat there in plain sight, empty, like many of the hopes and dreams of the people who live in this world through this Covid and inflation crises depending on the authorities and governments to take care of them. I stood, suitcase in hand, looking around and then decided to try to walk to Terminal 7.
Holding My Hand For Line C
It was good just to sit and look out over the rolling hills. I was up so high that I seemed to be in the clouds at times as they drifted by. I pulled the bandana out of my pocket and wiped my face. It was hot again, but I was getting used to the heat, which was surprising. Yet again, we weren’t on Earth anymore.
When We Were Young
When I was young, in the summer I would wait for my parents and everyone else in the house to go to bed at night. When I was sure they had, I would get up, sneak out and leave my backdoor unlocked so I could get back in, and hang around with friends in my neighborhood most of the night. It was dark and quiet, at the same time something was always happening.
The Drums of War
I hear the echoes of bombs dropping again. It’s hard to sleep sometimes, but I have gotten used to it. I thought I’d never hear sounds like that again after leaving old Earth. There was so much war and violence there throughout human history that we began to think of it as a disease. Wars, weapons of mass destruction, violence on a scale we couldn’t imagine, leading to the Great War.
The Eighties Disillusionment
We all had dreams in college. We wanted to graduate, get a good job, work, and play. When I was in college in the late 70s that was the expectation of every student. With a BA I thought that I could at least get a job as a Federal Employee, which included a 40 hour week with weekends off, vacation pay, sick pay, and a pension I would receive after 20 years of working there.
You Will Stay
"They wait in the dark. When you go outside, if you aren’t careful they will snatch you and suck your life’s blood because they aren’t human anymore. They have sold their souls to the devil and will do anything to hide it. Believe me. I wouldn’t lie to you." She gave me a wink. I didn’t know if she was telling me the truth or not. Mom was just crazy that way sometimes.
Off The Beaten Path
Since the invention of the internet and better technology small towns with a lot of activities are the places that offer the best of both worlds...the excitement of the city and the warmth of a small community. Many of the small towns in Montgomery county and other areas, like some of the sections of Philadelphia, are beginning to blossom and offer the type of community people want.
She Told Me About Her Planet
“You know Maryland is a nut,” Tom said, smile playing across his lips. His red hair and ruddy complexion made his whole face light up. I shook my head. “She tells you some crazy stories, sometimes,” he continued. “All the time.”