The quiet in the house catches my attention. — Little did I know it’d be like this. Lidia and I must make a stronger than usual effort to keep up our activities. Now that our last two boys have flown the coop we are discovering firsthand the rather dismal realities of the empty nest. …

Pots and Pans — What do you have in your hand there? Something held tightly, securely, against your chest. What? Something for me? Or something you’ve taken from the old neighbor just two houses down. You’re much stronger than the aging neighbor. You could easily overcome her physical resistance. …

Somehow, I really blew it. — The Snickers bar caught my eye. Just as I was reaching out, another hand raced in and snatched the last bar sitting on the shelf. The blonde, curly haired beauty smiled and then ever so coyly apologized, obviously not meaning it. ‘Oh geez, I’m so sorry, I just had to…

Once, twice, three times you’re out. — So, this morning, very early as I was writing WhatsApp’s to my fellow sibs, I made a discovery about myself. This morning’s event is just one. But as I think back over the years, I realize my use of disinformation goes way back. It’s not intentional. No one wants to…

Where are you Max? Where did you go? — non-fiction Standing in my yard this morning. It’s a beautiful day, incredibly so. The climate is a reminder yet again why people choose to live in this valley. Something about the five-thousand-foot elevation, this Central American town sits near volcanos which almost surrounds the small city. It’s little wonder that…

Keep pushing that cart. — It’s not even ten in the morning yet. Where is the day not going too? Why? It’s sort of stuck here. Sometimes this can be a good thing. Though lately it’s been more about moving the day along through its various stages and phases. …

opportunity grows slim — I sit on the beach at night. Tonight is like most. A slight breeze, just enough to cool my brow. The humidity is always here, night or day, but you get used to it. Dogs barking at imagined adversaries up and down the beach line. …

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…