From the Mountain - One Crazy Winter Day in 1971, Albany, NY
So there we were, in his 1964 Ford T-Bird driving around Albany, NY in the winter of 1971. It was January or thereabouts, a blustery, cold day, gray skies and snow on the ground that crunched when you…
A Story From the Mountain
Every little boy dreams of flying. Growing up, I remember there was this one kid I knew who thought about flying, dreamed about flying, every day and night.
One time, way back when, he said to me that almost every night (after he fell asleep…
From the Mountain
Sunday morning and it’s 7 am. Romeo, Gidget, and I already have had our morning walk. As usual with winter in the mountains, the morning dew on the grass is frozen. The Yorkies don’t like it, I can tell. Smiling, I think to myself … “just wait…
“Two roads diverged in a wood and I — I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” Robert Frost
Throughout life, we reach a fork in the road, a point where a decision must be made. I usually chose this road less traveled, the…
Ever get a traffic ticket and it cost you a week's pay?
Driving in Paradise Valley, AZ the other day, I was tooling along at the speed limit. Why? Because I know from experience that every road in that town is a speed trap. Allegedly this is because all the…
From the Mountain: You Die. Then What?
I recently read a piece on here by Roger Ball that was well written and quite interesting. It caused me to go back to my past stories entitled “Conversations with My Grandfather”.
He wrote a couple of lines that I had to disagree…
From the Mountain — A Story of Mental Illness
As a writer and storyteller, I write mainly non-fiction. My stories are from the heart … truthful, honest. Some stories are funny, some are not. Most have a point, like this one. Hopefully, I make you think.
There was a television…
Another Story From the Mountain — Accepting Death
It was 2014 and he had heartburn, which was getting worse. Waking him at night, the stomach acid in his throat burned. The next day he decided to go see his doctor for some medicine.
In good shape physically and mentally, he…
The year was 2003. In the process of a divorce from a bad marriage, he was living in an apartment, having turned the house over to a soon-to-be ex-wife. He didn’t want his daughter forced to move and live in an apartment. Better him.
The apartment was a small, simple…
