On Horses and Accidents

I stumbled across this article thanks to Deb Howatt, and was inspired to correct a few mistakes the author/editor made.  Unlike the author, I have no credentials or titles.  What I have is experience, having grown up on a working horse farm specializing in American Saddlebred show horses; Palominos, Three Gaited, Five Gaited, and Fine Harness.

Return to Bad Mannorz

There's an underground club in Temperance, MI which I've had occasion to visit more than once.  Named after the house band, I wrote about my experience here, in The Two Party System, which you can peruse or not as you like.

Last Friday night the planets fell out of alignment, and the unthinkable happened.  Three local authors were together at the same underground club, all at the same time.  Here's what life is like for the true Bohemian.

Riding With Mother by Momma Fargo, AKA Kathryn Marschalk Loving

Here's an excellent read.  The author, an ex-police officer from the State of Wyoming, takes her dear old mother in the passenger seat of her squad car for a first hand look at the dangerous, stressful life of a real policewoman.  Kathryn's goal is to show her mother what a self-sufficient, resourceful, and genuinely tough police officer she is.  What happens is hilarious!

Here's the link to Riding With Mother by Momma Fargo. Trigger warning: don't drink anything while you're reading this.

A Cautionary Tale

I found this story of an uphill grind on the Internet this afternoon, but instead of shrugging the whole thing off as not my problem, I decided to respond and maybe save someone else a headache.

Bike Ride on 4/18/16

We finally got some hot weather in Sylvania, and I decided to cheer myself up a little with a bike ride.  A kind of combination exercise and mental relaxation activity.  Here are a few highlights.

Old Writing

I've been following Charles G. Emery on Facebook, and generally enjoy his (re)posts.  One in particular caught my eye, Call me old-fashioned, but I'd rather hear your voice than read your texts.  I'd much prefer not to be pestered at all, thank you.

You see, back in the bad old days (here we go, right?) when dirt was a brand new thing and everyone had to walk to school barefoot for five miles in the snow, uphill both ways... we had the letter and the telephone.  Given that this was before AT&T angered the wrong people and got itself broken up, long distance calls were prohibitively expensive.  In fact, bear with me while I digress a moment.

Criticism, Critics, and the Wisdom to Ignore Them

I enjoy reading Sarah Hoyt's blog, and her latest communiqué reminded me of something that happened to me some time back, and that had a brief impact on my writing.