The IDF general. — That same year, I had taken over management of a 120-room hotel and my encounter with the general was during my first month in Honduras. This is a true passage of a man I met in San Pedro Sula Honduras. The first time I saw him, I was driving down…

Coffee in the Great American Southwest. — Life is like that. It can be… It all too often is a series of observations marching along with one’s age! Go too far one way and you’ll be weird, go too far the other way and it’s laughable. Where to go from here then? Who or what gives the…

Three good Snappers… — Maybe I should rather devote myself to more exercise. Or art. Something visible. He was distracted as a huge cockroach slowly scratched its way across the wood floor. Bigger than most. He’d been wounded, maybe a cat. Rodrigo immediately thought of live bait. Things pliable similar to that of children’s…

Stirring up the pot for the greater good — Something I saw on the news, can’t remember which, CNN or FOX, much of it seems to come out of the same morass. But it was a piece on the differences. The very real, very deep differences amongst our humankind. Differences that result from the chronic imbalance of material goodness…

Soon she would be mine again. — And now Thursday. Last time I checked, all day. I can’t rid myself of this deep pain, a knifes’ shaft deep thrust between my ribs, breathing is near impossible. This will go all day and into the night as sinister as a poison lathered bull frog. One sits, reminisces into…

Move to catch it in time — Several years have gone by since I had my melanoma cancer removed from the left side of my neck. As I’m not a doctor, it will have to be enough to say that melanoma is considered one of the most aggressive, life-threatening cancers. …

Take that breath? — Thursday once again!! What might I do to greet this day forward? Sales barely creeping lately. Are there any tricks still within my reach or are we destined for far coarser paths? Hard to say, of course. Unless one, you, me, is in the predicting game. Well, are we? I’d…

Love had grown, hidden, unbidden — They sat on the yard swing. Crickets chirping filled the air, some more trilling than others, an uneven, disorganized crescendo. Around the base of the tall bush next to the swing glowed several dimly lit, orange, plastic pumpkins. …

They had a blast. — The Vatican, Uncle Sam, the police, the loan shark, the pharmacy and the bordello, amongst others, always at odds mystically conspired to rid the coastal village of a deadly blight. So, it went. Nestor handed Emilio a slice of smoked mackerel and a lemon wedge on wax paper. Nestor’s wife…