I was born in Chicago, but I grew up in Indiana. I received my Bachelor of Electrical Engineering from Trine Univesity, located in Angola, Indiana, north of Fort Wayne. I currently live near Dallas, Texas.
I am a retired Engineer.
Rumble in Michigan
The leader of the pool hall patrons swung a pool stick at Robert. Out of the corner of his eye. Robert noticed the pool cue being turned at him and ducked just in time, causing the pool cue to miss his head narrowly.
The First Jump
The dart league members, Russell, Bill, Louie, Mike, and two girls, sat in the rear of the fuselage in order of weight. The plane circled the sky, slowly inching its way up in altitude; exposed aileron control cables stretched beneath the parachuters; the pilot used to guide the airplane did not feel confident to the passengers.
A Layman's Guide To Judging Poems
written by Robert Shaneyfekt 09 September 2021 A list of criteria for judging poems, not to be confused with methods of smudging poems which would not be very useful.
Part 2: Vocal vs Medium
Yesterday, I was in the middle of brainstorming. I was trying to think outside the box regarding building up my read count number in my Vocal stats. I was going through my routine of checking my email when I came across a mirage.
Ode to Home
Home is best thought of as a location that needs no ovation. Though if you're not from there, you might prefer any altercation.
If only Crystal Balls could tell the Future
It was 1985; Robert showed up in the morning as he did many mornings to write computer code on a character-based CRT (cathode ray tube) display, the sight of which yelled out mundane. The smell of freshly brewed coffee permeated the air; it's flat, the sugarless taste would warm the body. The sound of employees rushing to their desks to beat the time clock saturated the air. Back in 1985, before the internet had evolved, there were no 3-dimensional computer displays.
Bob's Home Office
written by Robert Shaneyfelt 04 September 2021 As bob prepared to open his home office door in the morning, the welcome sight of his cat "kitty" and his dog "Sam" eager to greet him appeared. There was no escaping the smell of the litter box down the hall. As he opened the office door, he could hear the unmistakable meow and bark of animals trying to remind him that they needed food.
Google vs Vocal
Publishing on Vocal feels like deja vu. (It seems like I have already been down this road.) Publishing on Vocal feels like deja vu. (It seems like I have already been down this road.)