This is the second installment of a two-part story. The first installment is nearby in the bank of Newslog entries. Thanks for reading- TC There were no visible signs indicating that I wasn’t free to stretch my legs on the river’s edge and visit the old cabins. I was confident that if confronted by…
Author: Tim Cotton
Road Trips, Pricey Coleslaw, and Lunch at Gramp’s Old Cabins
The last time that I ate lunch on the porch of the lilliputian cabin was in August of 1969. Back then, the shiplap siding was bright white with red trim slathered on the boards of the eaves and all vertical edges. My grandfather had a retired fireman’s affinity for the color red. The fog that…
Keeping Our Boats Afloat.
The phone buzzed across the dusty surface of my nightstand last night. I’d generally avoid picking up a text at the witching hour, but my current agenda includes answering specific inquiries that I have made through the magic of electronic communication. I’ve been perusing Facebook Marketplace. I was trying to buy another old aluminum boat….
Ode to Paul Davis (Cool Night)
I’ve always been a bit of a sap. Oh, not for all things, but a few things; good music is one. No one in my pack listened to Paul Davis music in the late 70s. I like all kinds of music. That doctrine was a shield I could wield to fight off the pummelling of…
It’s a Good Friday
My Friday has been successfully closed out, and it’s only eleven a.m. I am proud to say that my third book has been completed, but the final step was to pen an introduction. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been working on it, but to finish it up has taken me the better part…
No Need For a Gold Watch
I shouldn’t have mentioned it to D’wayne, that’s not his real name, but it’s what I call him. There’s and old Key & Peele sketch that I like very much, D’wayne has never seen it. He humors me by accepting the moniker. “At least we’ve had a pretty decent dry spell. Your camp road is…
The Quilt Lady; Don’t Let Her Fool You
My dealer is a diminutive lady who has an addiction of her own; she appears to be overrun with product. I’m merely the means to an end. It’s not something that I am proud of either; men don’t admit habits like this one. I’m sure my T-levels are reasonable; I still look longingly at muscle…
Last Things First
The rocketing fuel prices have caused me to modify my driving habits. I try to make better-planned round trips while mentally calculating the shortest distances between two points. The most frustrating roadblock to my dollar-saving measures is leaving the house in the hatchback and realizing that the freight would have been better transported in the…
Heels
I scuffed my way through another week of very little writing. I’m not a person who feels that writing every day is necessary for a man to refer to himself as a writer. I believe that ideas must be allowed to flow freely, and when a good one comes through, I want to direct it…
Play Ball!
I don’t follow professional sports with any regularity. Indeed, I check the scores of Red Sox games, and I’ll listen to about any baseball game on a transistor radio. While America had needed baseball for many summers when despair was afoot, this year is moving to the top of that list. Yes, of course, you…