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           When I walk into a park, is the tranquility I feel inherent in the location?  Or is that feeling something I attach to the park and that manifests in me when I enter said park?

            A famous philosopher, his name escapes me right now, asked if nothing existed.  He posed story of a friend (we’ll call him Jake) who went into a coffee shop looking for another friend (his name is Alex).  Jake walks into the coffee shop, but he’s running a little late.  As such,… Read More

          There are two kinds of people in the world: those who love cats and those who love dogs. And then there are snake people. I love dogs. I can’t remember a time growing up when my family didn’t have at least one dog, and usually two. For a few years there were four dogs, but that only lasted about three years. And they weren’t purse dogs either. I grew up in coyote country, so if you wanted a dog, it had to be big enough to stay away from coyotes or beat them in a fight. Thus, dobermans and a sheep dog.           But my first pet was a cat. She was a good cat when she decided to show up. Usually she was outside, eating… Read More

          Yesterday I had the privilege to go on set while a TV commercial was being shot. The car that was the main focus of the commercial was worth $750,000. It was not the most expensive car the shop made. Next to the aforementioned car was another one, not finished yet, being built for a famous country musician and his equally famous wife. In another room was a Ford Model T, with the original frame, built in 1911. When I put my hand on the steel of that frame and closed my eyes, I thought I could hear the iron smelting and men yelling over the sounds of metal on metal hammering. It nearly me tear up.           In the design office… Read More

          I’m a writer and that means I love writing. It also means, if I’m happy, that I’m writing something I love and about which I feel passionately. It is this passion that drives me forward. It is that passion that flames the desire to continue until a novel is completed; it usually takes me about three months to finish a single draft of a novel. So, there has to be a lot of drive to keep an ADHD guy like myself on track.           And then something strange happened two days ago. I was riding my bike around and I came to a friends house. That friend was dying via a form of food poisoning. He couldn’t make himself throw… Read More