Tag Archives: History
In the Last Days of the Swamp Cooler
As I sat drinking my coffee this early summer morning, I reminisced my summer days as a youth. It was a time before the internet, PlayStation, and cable or streaming TV. The only thing to do on a Sunday morning … Continue reading
Bingo— final conclusion
I raised the seat like the voice in the bathroom, told me to. To be honest, I’ve never given take a leak a second thought. Especially, not getting any urine on the seat, it would be good to know for … Continue reading
Bingo part 4
In the dream I was walking to the bus-stop, I had my school books under my arms. I looked to my right and there was Bingo. I put my hand out to rub his fur when he stopped suddenly, and … Continue reading
Bingo part 3
To bring you up to date, Granny was robbed two weeks after Bingo disappeared, she fought the young man for her purse, but he stabbed her with a switch blade and left her bleeding in the street. She held on … Continue reading
Bingo part 2
I woke from a good dream that I had a little while ago. I dreamed that a dog came into my cell. It was a mangy mongrel dog that I had when I was a kid. His name was Bingo, … Continue reading
Bingo
I don’t know what time it is. The lights stay on in this place 24 hours a day, and there are no windows. I can ask that officer when she comes around the check the cells. I have 26 days … Continue reading
Sunset in Saigon Chapter 2
Tết Mậu Thân My platoon started on our pass that Sunday morning after formation, a few of the more religious of our group went for the Chaplain’s mass service as soon as we were released. I being one of the … Continue reading
Sunset in Saigon Chapter 1
As I sat reading the newspaper, my grandchildren played their video games at a Thanksgiving gathering, this song started to play. My attention was drawn away from reading, and onto the TV screen where the children’s game play had taken … Continue reading
mmM There I am, almost dead center in that mob. Do you see me? You could probably tell that I had no idea what had me in the midst of that rabble. I certainly didn’t have no idea until I … Continue reading
A Change is Gonna Come
Yes America, the change has come. But not the one Sam or Martin hoped for. Sure, we can all drink from the same fountain, but now the water is polluted. We have integrated schools, complete with metal detectors in each … Continue reading
In the Gator’s Mouth
My grandfather was born in the cane fields of Thibodaux, Louisiana near New Orleans, in 1873. His family was forced to flee into the swamps, during the Massacre of 1887. He said that he didn’t know how it began, just … Continue reading
Chamber of the Ages 