I Had A 50 - 50 Chance

Larry had made me promise that I wouldn’t let them put him on life support, but by the time I got to his room everything had already been connected.

 

 

I located the main box and pried the cover open.  My problem was – both patients in the room were hooked up.  I couldn’t just shut the main box down, I had to figure out if Larry

 

was in bed (A) or bed (B).

 

It wasn’t readily apparent.

Driving along the panhandle

 



T.O.D. 20:18

        They had called everyone’s name

 

The nurses had checked the sign-in sheet

and yet he waited

 

        The staff was itching to call it a day

some of the Doctor’s had already gone

yet he waited

 

        “Someone needs to go out there,

ask his name – who is he here to see?"

 

Lights in the rest of the building were being

turned out

 

        The annoying background music had run its course

and the silence was now eerie

 

        Aggravation taking hold -

Mary entered the waiting room

 

“Excuse me Sir, did you have an appointment?”

 

No answer came – no acknowledgement

for his waiting had also run its course

 

 

- - - - - -

 

 

We believe what the author is talking about here is the cold isolation that awaits us all.  Each of us unable to catch the second hand, failing to decipher the scribbled note we find in the bottom of our coat pocket, yet knowing it is somehow important.

 

- - - - - - -

 

Well I don't think that's what he's saying at all.

             I believe its an indictment of our society's excessive
              use of Post-it notes.  Each of us abandoning our own
          cognitive ability and relying too much on external media.
         The less self reliant each of us becomes the more likely
       we are to fall through the cracks like this poor chump did.

 

- - - - - - -

 

"I just found it depressing.  Also, I like it better

when there's pictures.
I'd like to see a picture of the note found in the pocket.

I should also add that after years of using Post-its
I discovered there really isn't any need to lick them first." 

 

 

 

 

       

The Photo Shoot

         It was to no one’s advantage that we were there, in fact we shouldn’t have been.  I’m guessing people don’t really believe in a spirit world until they are actually surrounded by them.  Trust me; it’s a feeling unlike any other.  I’m not talking a warm and fuzzy feeling.  I’m thinking it would be like accidently walking into a local grocery store on the non-tourist side of the island.  Without a word you instantly know you are not wanted, you shouldn’t be there and where’s the closest exit? 

         Much of it, I assume, depends upon your state of mind; you can either let it get to you and scare yourself silly, or you can rationalize it and keep telling yourself you are simply standing in a cemetery, surrounded by headstones.  The sun is out, there is a nice summer breeze and all you’re there to do is take a few pictures.

         Here’s the thing; when Randy and I returned at the end of the day and developed our film we saw a lady in one of the shots.  She was just standing there.

         Neither of us saw her nor felt any spirit world heebie-jeebies.  Only after developing the film were we able to see her standing there.

 

 

This photo has not been altered.

 

 After seeing this picture - we went back to the cemetery. 

The name on he headstone was, Myra Maines

 

 

Space Camp

It brews coffee in zero gravity.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Available in both regular and decaffeinated.

 

 

 

 

 



but when I became a man...

I put away my childish ways.

 

 

 

 

 

but not too far away

 

 

 

 



The word: Disappeared

 

 

 

has gone missing.






My first inclination is to blame Hollywood, movies, television writers and the lot.
That's all we ever hear any more, "So & so has gone missing", "This or that went
missing".  Whatever happened to just saying, "Disappeared"?
Is it really that difficult?


In the light of day

 

I know they wish to appear clean

I see them wiping down the tables

filling the shakers and providing

fresh flowers

 

We're all hoping the kitchen

is spotless

 

but here's the problem,

 

While we're sitting here eating

enjoying our meal

 

one of them decides to run the

carpet sweeper

 

back & forth

 

up and down

 

here and there,

 

what they're not seeing

either because the blinds are closed

or because it's a cloudy day

 

is the amount of dust they're

kicking up into the air

 

Should there be a strong shaft of Sunlight

streaming through the window

they'd see all the dust

 

they'd become aware of how

disgusting they were making things

 

All that dust rising up around the tables

settling down on our food

 

the thing is

with me...

 

it's always going to be something.

  

 

 

Let there be

 

 

Photography by: Walt (C.A.S.)

 



A Bargain - considering...

A Garage Sale Item

 

The glass was quite thick.  Had it not been full of cigarette butts and ashes - the emerald green would have seemed like a precious stone - so rich and deep in color.   Its beauty, however, now hidden beneath years of crusted neglect; stench built up throughout endless meetings where questionable decisions exhaled silent toxins, bullying ultimatums coughed and spewed moist bits of machine dispensed coffee and heavy smoke swirled into a stagnant cloud that hung silently behind closed doors until finally settling upon charts, reports and an overflowing ashtray. 

 

$2.00 


 

zc 

Oy

 

 



Giant Crustacean Attack

August 18, 1972

Dear Coleman,

I would like to return this lantern for a full refund.  I have enclosed the original receipt.   Although the lantern functioned as advertised, there were unfortunate consequences and events resulting from the shadows cast.

My Aunt Clara became startled at seeing what she took to be a giant one-clawed lobster on the side of her tent.  She ran screaming into the woods and has required psychiatric treatment ever since.  (There was no lobster)

I hope you understand why I can not continue using this lantern.  As you can see, I have returned it in the original packaging and shipped it via UPS.

Thank you for your understanding

 

 Louis Watkins

Camper

Things she keeps in her Living Room

 

 

   Some perhaps saw them as odd mementoes.  Those who had been privy to her history knew better.
 

   The set of steel stamps was one of the first things she had ever asked her dad to buy her.  She really didn’t know why – she just wanted them.
 

   The two barrel carburetor was something she had kept from the Chevy she and her girlfriends drove in '61.
 

   The cigar box held the letters she received from Ted while he was stationed over there.  Even after being notified - she kept hoping for more letters and kept watching the mail.
 

  She threw the brick into her television one night as Walter Cronkite was reporting the number of dead American solders.

 

 

 

 



They might as well be

 

 

 It's not like they were Eagles, Crows or Buzzards,

and I knew they weren't Vultures;

but when you're a tiny moth...

 

 

My tribute to A. Hitchcock 

 



Crime Scene Photo #18

 

 

 

1.  Keys left in door lock

 

2.  Evidence Bag

 

3.  Possible Murder Weapon

 

4.  The Mole

 

5.  Evidence Bag

 

6.  Fresh Flowers

 

7.  Closed Blinds

 

8.  Photo of Larry Holding Winning Lotto Ticket

 

9.  Possible Entry Point

 

10.  The Body: Not Shown in This Photo

 

 

 





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