Chronicling The Legend Of Jackson Wood: Year One

Precociously “taking the initiative”, JW arrived early, and continues to engage. Like all legends, there are surreal shadowy myths weaved into the perfunctory, blurring veracity—and, as Dave, my son in-law has counseled, truth shouldn’t obstruct a good story; and so, the saga of JW begins. There is a hint of a parallel with Rudyard Kipling’s… Continue reading Chronicling The Legend Of Jackson Wood: Year One

Chicago’s Consummate Carnivores, Criminals, and Conflagration

At first sniff, Chicago’s history is suggestive of a brewing caldron, wafting odiferous conflicting legends of the origin of its name, mystery of who and what started the great fire of 1871, and what was the meteorological source of the allege tree bowing wind. The etymology of Checagou [Chick-Ah-Goo-Ah], of the language of the Potawatomi… Continue reading Chicago’s Consummate Carnivores, Criminals, and Conflagration

An Old Man’s Opinion

I like this story—even though, at the end I, with an interrogative crescendo, head tilting Scooby doo rendition, articulated to myself the Freudian slip of where is Waldo, quickly recovering with the proper Pronoun of Mark?  I suspect my tendentiousness toward this story line is attributed to the evolutionary psychology theory of Patternicity, where there… Continue reading An Old Man’s Opinion

Beach Blusters: Old Men and Hurricanes

In Herman Melville’s Moby Dick, the opening sentence introduces the narrator with an air of self-deprecation and humility by simply identifying himself: “call me Ishmael”; which, appeals to me, and if it’s good enough for Herman—-so, with as much modesty as Ishmael, call me Roy and I would like to share with you a Cape… Continue reading Beach Blusters: Old Men and Hurricanes

New Mexico’s Mountains Sirens Entreat Antipodes

NEW MEXICO’S MOUNTAINS SIRENS ENTREAT ANTIPODES Mary and my visit to our daughter’s home in Angel Fire New Mexico revealed a confounding conjugal of incongruent concepts; opposites do indeed, attract: the attractant agent, be it magnetite or myth, appeared to be of a profound, formidable force. Heather and Dave had purchased a home in New… Continue reading New Mexico’s Mountains Sirens Entreat Antipodes

Past Is Prologue In A Letter To My Grandson

  Dear Jackson: You entered this natural world a touch earlier than expected; apparently, you had a pressing undisclosed agenda looming and the confinement of a uterus was impeding its initiation. Temporal prematurity aside, if by chance, you have some answers, LIFE strategic solutions to the troubles we, Homo “sapiens” (debatably wise) woe: a sagacious… Continue reading Past Is Prologue In A Letter To My Grandson