Michael Immanuel David of course was the only kid ever to visit with Farmer Cabochon. He didn’t believe the myths and stories. Perhaps as having had so many stories told about himself, only some of them somewhat true, not that he didn’t seem to cultivate somehow most of the stories. Apart from naked mini-bike riding, … Continue reading Sand Dune of St. Mary II
Farmer Cabochon lived in a small shack back of the Sand Dune of St. Mary. As he was between the dune and the lake, he perhaps thought he lived in front of the dune. I say in back of because no one other than him could or would ever go between the Dune and the … Continue reading Sand Dune of St. Mary I
The broken gun was only a pellet gun, but it was our gun and the Old Man Stork who broke our gun became an enemy more un-liked than he was even prior before – at least by us. We played in Perch Bay nearly every day in the summer, or at least that summer. The … Continue reading Broken Gun
Forty degree water is plenty warm for the tiny smelt fishes. Swimming in school groups near shaded shores in early and late hours. Silvery quick, you can scoop them straight from the net into the fry pan. If you wanted to put them direct over fire. Best to make sure you have enough to eat … Continue reading Smelts!
How far can you walk atop a fence? I’ve beaten my own record numerous times and it ain’t easy. Practice makes perfect they say, but at some point it is all a matter of mental focus. How long can you pay attention, or not pay attention. Your muscles are primed and ready. The fence has … Continue reading Fabulous Fence Walking
My little red Honda was a gift from one of my fathers. I don’t recall which one – it was one of those gifts that was supposed to substitute for being there. Nonetheless it was a good call I used and abused that little 70 cc motor and clunky steel frame from every fun angle … Continue reading Ride My Honda
Eyes in the back of the head, or one in the middle of the forehead. What can you see and where is it. Everything is knowable if you think, concentrate, meditate, listen to the open vault. Time does not exist because you cannot define time. You can’t see feel touch breathe hear taste fondle time. … Continue reading Eyes In the Back of the Head