Thoughts of a Wayfarer
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By December of 1862, President Abraham Lincoln had had quite enough.
South Carolina’s secession from the Union, the proximate cause of the current troubles, had taken place two years earlier. Since then, events had gone from bad to worse. The campaign in July of the previous… Read full post »
This is the conclusion of a story begun here.
Reader advisory: The following story contains occasional crude language.
Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.
The silver Greyhound finished its tortuous climb up the Blue Ridge… Read full post »
Reader advisory: The following story contains occasional crude language and a scene of graphic violence.
The dingy silver Greyhound bus rumbled to a stop in front of the main entrance to the Florida State Prison in the town of Raiford. Reaching into the pocket of the penitentiary… Read full post »
In the four months I’ve been a member of the Open Salon community, I have read some seriously good material; entries written on a skill level that exceeds that of any of the other writing communities I have been affiliated with.
From the political commentary of many of those here,… Read full post »
Over the weekend, my good friend Torman posted an entry about recently coming to the aid of a woman in distress. It made me recall my own experience in that regard thirty-five years ago…
It could have been a dream. I had just gone to bed a half-hour earlier. … Read full post »
United States Route 264 snakes its way precisely one hundred and ninety-nine miles across the North Carolina Coastal Plain. It has its genesis at the Beltline, the circumferential highway around the state capital of Raleigh, and crawls eastward before terminating a few hundred feet from the A… Read full post »
Last Thursday I had a routine appointment with my retina specialist in Raleigh. (Everything checked out fine—thanks for asking!) While he was reviewing the laser photos of my eyes and shining his light in them, I decided to turn the tables on him.
“So, Doc,” I asked, “h… Read full post »
I had the good fortune to attend La Salle Military Academy in Oakdale, Long Island, New York for all four years of my high school education. The school was located on the thousand-acre former summer estate of Commodore Frederick Gilbert Bourne, of the Singer sewing/… Read full post »
Lying in bed, alone, but not,
sheets knotted, choking cramped calves.
Train whistle’s whine wrinkles midnight silence;
owl’s mournful moan echoes a response.
A thousand miles, a million miles,
there is no difference: you’re not here.
New moon, empty… Read full post »
In the summer of 1968, the summer after my freshman year in college, I became captivated with a series aired on CBS entitled The Prisoner. It was a British show, produced by ITV and aired in Great Britain the previous autumn. It was quite unlike anything/… Read full post »
“Ladies and gentlemen, we will now begin boarding American Airlines Flight 2411 nonstop from Dallas-Fort Worth to Los Angeles International. At this time, we’d like to invite our first-class section passengers and our AAdvantage Gold and Platinum members to board the aircraft.&rdquo… Read full post »
We’re Older Now
We’re older now
things are different
when we make love
seeing silhouettes on the wall
two youthful bedroom athletes
locked in Silkworm Spinning a Cocoon
Position, perspiration permeating pores
turgid thrusting, frantic fumbling, crashin… Read full post »
Asheville, North Carolina is unexpected. Asheville is… different.
I recently returned from a week in the Blue Ridge Mountains of my adopted home state. I’d been to Asheville before, but usually as a waystation to or from somewhere else. This time, I got to probe deeper… Read full post »
Eighth Grade Existentialism
“Hey, Drake! Hey, John-NEE! Get over here—don’t run away from me!”
I was walking home from the New York Public Library branch on 23rd Street, a warm spring breeze blowing off the East River into my face. Just a block and/… Read full post »
Theophilus Hicks sat on the rickety porch of his ramshackle eight hundred square foot cabin in Sharpsburg, a small hamlet a few miles south of Rocky Mount, North Carolina. Everyone calls him Theo, and he likes it just fine. “Theo means ‘God’ in Greek. Did yo… Read full post »
Today is the final day of the North Carolina State Fair. This is an annual exposition, first held in 1853 and continued every year save for the Civil War and Reconstruction years (1861-69), and the World War II period, 1942-45.
There’s something distinctly American about state fairs.&nbs… Read full post »
For almost a hundred years a monster lurked on Merthyr Mountain in South Wales in the United Kingdom. It brooded, looking directly down on the small mining town of Aberfan.
And it grew.
From 1875, the Merthyr Vale Colliery extracted coal from Merthyr Mountain. Spoil from the mining… Read full post »
THE GAME OF A LIFETIME (Part 2)
HOW I HELPED THE YANKEES WIN THE WORLD SERIES
This is the second part of an entry begun yesterday. The first part can be read here.
Tuesday,18 October 1977-- Willie John and I went into the/… Read full post »
If you are a sports fan, and if you are lucky, Fate will find a way for you to attend one memorable Hall of Fame-caliber game in your lifetime. It might be a Super Bowl come-from-behind drive with two minutes left in the game. It could be a three-point buzzer-beater to… Read full post »
I had to take my car to the dealership for service.
Today in the Heart of Carolina it’s the type of day that gives autumn a bad name. Leaden clouds suspended in pewter skies blot out the eye’s memory of the colors blue, and yellow. Late-term pregnant rain drops belie… Read full post »
"You have two hemispheres in your brain - a left and a right side. The left side controls the right side of your body and right controls the left half. It's a fact. Therefore, left-handers are the only people in their right minds."
The chill winds swoop down… Read full post »
To many outsiders, Florida is two islands of glittering non-reality connected by the asphalt ribbon of The Florida Turnpike. In the north, there’s the improbable agglomeration of theme palaces, hotels, and entertainment meccas known as Orlando; in the south, the art-deco glamour of Miami&… Read full post »
“Systematically, we insist on the occasional nature of death – accidents, illnesses, infections, advanced age - revealing in this way our deep desire to deprive from death all its necessary elements, thus making it become just an accidental event.”
-- Sigmund Freud
Kenneth… Read full post »
A friend of mine, a gentle and inspiring soul named SummerLyn, maintains a blog on another site in which she records her thoughts on spirituality in everyday life along with observations of nature from her home in the Black Hills of South Dakota. They’re short, simple, and sweet entries f… Read full post »
I’ve made the acquaintance on another website of a woman who uses the pen name “Unbreakable” here on Open Salon. I have never met her, but judging from her writing both here and at the other place, she appears an intelligent, witty, and temperate woman.
That impression was re… Read full post »