Writing can be therapy, insanity or both. Here is my mind, my dreams, my fears, my thoughts, my life laid bare to share with you. Enjoy the journey into what is at once my blog, diary and world, and don't forget to tip your guide.
Maybe D.B. Cooper
There has been a lot of discussion over the last fifty years as to the true identity of D.B. Cooper. A notorious and infamous skyjacker who got away with $200,000 in 1971 by parachuting out of the back of an airliner. Everyone speculates whether or not he even survived and if he did, where did he go? But the big question has always been what is his real name?
My teacher looked down at me with a condescending smile and that nod with a slight head tilt that adults get when they are trying to placate a child. She didn’t believe what she had just said to me. But worse than that she didn’t believe what I had said. Not that she thought I had lied, but that she had no faith in the statement I had made to her.
I am an environmentalist. I have been since I was a child. While others had stickers of cartoon characters on their notebooks., I had national park and endangered species stickers on mine. I read all I could about animals and worried about pollution. I also hugged trees.
The Cat In The Hat
Obnoxious and boisterous is the only way to describe the character in Dr. Seuss’s “The Cat In The Hat”. He is at once villain and hero. By bursting into the children’s lives and turning everything upside down, he then saves the day in the nick of time and disappears.
With a large puff of black smoke and clap of thunder, Ella’s magical godmother stood before her. Ella raised her tear stained face and stood up from the hearth where she had been weeping over her sad pathetic life. Her tears came to an abrupt end with the harsh sting in her cheek from the violent slap from the woman before her.
So Goes the Flag
“One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, one nation, evermore.” -Oliver Wendell Holmes On September 11, 2001 the nation saw 3 tired firefighters raise the American flag on a pole that had survived the attack on the Twin Towers. We felt proud as they did what every American wanted to do, to show that we were not defeated, that United States was still standing strong. Our defiant patriotic spirit flowed through us as strongly as it did in 1776 when we stood up and said “no more” to the tyranny the 13 original colonies had suffered. Betsy Ross made us a flag and we flew it proudly.
I Can Drive A Truck
The young man stands in front of his parents. His mother looks proud and his father relaxed and expectant. The young man wears a cap and gown and clutches his diploma in his hand. How proud they must be of their college graduate. This is the image in a cartoon my father cut out of one of his medical journals and gave to me. The caption is the young man saying “Now can I be a cowboy?” My dad understood.
People Think I'm Funny
When I talk people laugh. It’s always been that way. Even when I was a little kid I would talk about my life or make observations about others or the world and the kids would laugh. Of course, my world was pretty safe and small at that time so there wasn’t a lot to notice. But as I grew bigger and so did my life and the world I knew, there was more and more to make fun of.
I've Always Been A Good Girl
When I get to the end of my life I expect to go out as a very old woman with a smile on her face and a slight chuckle that no one but a few friends will understand. You see, I have always been the good girl. The one who did what everyone expected. But there were those times that I just couldn’t or really didn’t want to, and those are the reason for the chuckle.
I open my eyes and peer into the darkness. The darkness is deep and silent. This has been my world for so long I am not sure of how many days, months, years I have been here. It has become safe and comfortable here. I live in the bottom of a very deep, very dark, very isolated well. This is my home. This is my life. This is my depression.