A nerd who is into cars, video games, movies, book and more. I love to write and hope to share what I have written with others. Please enjoy!!
Why I Teach
It is 6:30 on a Monday morning as a role over to snooze my second alarm. I’ve never been a morning person; I like to stay up late and sleep later. But as hard as it is I roll out of bed to start my day. I get the kids up to start their school day as well while my wife fixes us some sandwiches for our lunch’s packing in some special treats and notes telling us how much she loves us. She stands at the door holding the baby as we the rest of us load up into the car to head to school. Yep, I am a teacher, a science teacher to be specific, but the school I teach for is special.
My Only Real Car Wreck
I was 17 years old and a junior in high school. I was a typical reclusive teenager for the early 2000's and I mostly kept to myself, save for a small circle of friends that I hung out with due to similar interests. I did not get into trouble very often except for speeding which I did a lot of.
Jack and Sharky
There he lays in his bed surrounded by an army of plush warriors to protect him from bad dreams and the things that go bump in the night. They range from all sorts of backgrounds, Pokémon, animals from zoo’s even the space shuttle from our trip to the air museum a few years ago. But Jack’s most stalwart defender, his greatest comfort and closest companion among all his cotton filled protectors is Sharky.
Searching for Tristen
Tabitha woke early to her father gently shaking her and calling her name. It was still dark, but he always roused her and her brothers early before the sun rose to work. As he lit the candle by her bedside she rolled to her side and sat up in the darkness. As her vision cleared, she stood and walked to the corner of her room. There sat a broken mirror and a basin of water and a clean towel. Every morning her father rose early to draw water for the family from the well just outside the farmhouse. She washed her face with the still cool water smelling the familiar fragrance of minerals before drying her face with the towel. Soon she was on the porch soaking in the humid morning air watching the sun come up between the towers on the horizon. Her father had also made breakfast, nothing special, just some old bread and butter to start the day. She nibbled on the bread as she scanned the settlement. About twenty families lived and worked the land here raising animals and growing wheat for everyone to share. She could see some of the other families lighting candles and getting ready to start their day of work.
Tooth Fairy Hotline
So as a parent sometimes you must think fast on your feet. It was September of 2013 and my daughter had pulled her very first tooth. Not lost, pulled and there is a difference. It sort of stands as a rite of passage for getting more mature and growing up to pull one’s own tooth. My wife and I sang her praises as she was indeed “a big girl now.” After all she did not even cry which again is a monumental feat for a seven-year-old. We were in my Uncles Dental office when she pulled it out, which was the perfect place really. After applying a little gauze, she was proudly going to every patient and employee presenting her tiny perfect little white baby canine to the world. It was a big moment for her, and everyone she showed asked her the same question, “How much is the tooth fairy going to bring you!”
Wild Arms Review
The first RPG released on the PlayStation and it set the bar high for all the games that would follow it. Released in North America in 1996 I would not get around to playing this game until 2012. And I can tell you right up front that I regret it. From the very first moment that I hear the music I knew; I just knew this was going to be great. For those of you not in the know, this game is made up from several elements that on paper should not work. It is a Japanese style RPG, that strives to emulate a Spaghetti Western and if that was not weird enough for you it attempts to accomplish this by using standard Anime story elements. But like chocolate and Peanut Butter, this game comes together to be greater than the sum of its parts.
The Special Banana with a factory bench seat.
When I was 14 or so my parents drove out west to pick up a car my uncle had bought for my cousin who was about 6 months older than me. They had bought it through some family in Texas and my Dad was going to bring the car home to Mississippi for my uncle. My Dad was pulling a trailer behind his diesel ford to haul the car home on since when my uncle test drove it, he said it ran at very high rpm’s and was overheating. He bought it anyway despite these apparent flaws because the car honestly was kind of special. It was a 1956 Mustang Gt A-Code with a factory bench front seat (say that five times fast.) Springtime yellow was the color and the car looked and felt special to drive. I say that because while it was technically my cousin’s car, I have a surprising number of memories attached to it.
Family Stealth Fighter Convertible
The Year was 2012 and I needed a new car. Having recently sold my daily driver I had bought GMC Sonoma pick-up truck and I hated it. It rode like an ox cart and was incredibly tiny. Of course, I bought it because I thought I would like it but after only a few weeks driving it around I could not take it anymore. The truck was not new by any means, but it was incredibly low mileage and had been sitting in a barn for most of its life. Buying it felt like the deal of the century but considering how much driving I was doing at the time for work on not the smoothest roads in the world it was just not working out.