If you look up Dani’s book, Racing to Death, on Amazon this is what you’ll see. Daniela Daniels was well-known in northern Europe as one of the first female motorcycle racers until a horrific accident took her life on the racetrack. When the ambulance arrived, she was revived but stayed in a coma for the …
My Favorite New Critic
A couple months ago BZ and I shared our books at The Villages’ Book Expo. We made a lot of plans beforehand. Much of what we thought would be true, turned out to be false. We had a lot of lookers but not a lot of buyers. BZ did meet the director of a children’s …
It’s By Choice
Tuesday is the six-month anniversary of my new shoulder. If you’ve been reading my posts, you’ll recall that my three kids came down, one at a time, to spend a week with me during the end of September and the first part of October. Since David came first, he and I went golfing one last …
With Age Comes Wisdom
My Grandma Tebo lived with us for a couple of years after Grandpa Tebo died. The three things I remember most about her time with us were watching TV, going to church and baking. Her favorite television shows were Lawrence Welk, Gunsmoke and Paladin. Paladin was really Have Gun Will Travel but she referred to …
Thirty-five Per Cent
A friend of mine gave me a book about story telling called The Science of Story Telling by Will Storr. To tell you the truth I seldom read everything that’s given to me, but I did find one observation offered early in the book to be very interesting. Some research suggests strangers read another’s thought …
It’s a Numbers Game
My daughter, Elizabeth, turned forty-eight on Monday. When we spoke on the phone, she told me that she was going to start telling people that she’s fifty. She told people she was forty-seven when she turned forty-six. She was publicly forty-seven for two years, so it seemed liked she gained a year when she actually …
A Progress Report
The entry below is the first thing I published online. It’s an introduction to my blog. I knew what I wanted to do, but I didn’t have a road map. I still don’t. I write a bit each day and post twice a week. This is my seven hundred and sixty-third story. A Very Little …
Not What They Appear to Be
A tailor is preparing to eat some jam, but when flies settle on it, he kills seven of them with one blow of his hand. He makes a belt describing the deed, reading “Seven at One Blow”. Inspired, he sets out into the world to seek his fortune. The tailor meets a giant who assumes …
Just a Kid
A few years ago, my daughter in law, Lindsay, bought me a tee shirt which has Just a Kid from Detroit printed on the front. It’s navy blue with orange print. Whenever I wear it, especially in Florida, people comment on it. They want to know if I’m really from Detroit. They know I’m not …
A Minor Mystery
I was sorting through a kitchen drawer a few weeks ago and I found a flexible red tube. It was about five inches long. I didn’t know what it was, but it looked like it might slide over the handle of a hot pan. That was my best first guess. The more I thought about …