Hi, my name is Al Whitley. Now that may not seem important to you right now. However, I think as you read this you may want to change your mind. I am your average personal trainer, working at Cindy’s Spa and Health Studio here in town. Not much of a job, you might say? Well, in a way your right; and you’re also very wrong. I call the place Cyn’s (sins) meat market and sweat studio. Ladies flock to the Spa looking to lose...

It was Michelle who finally came to my rescue to break me out of grieving for my Janet. I guess it took nearly a year but she did. While I was not looking, she snuck up on me with the widow Solvang in hand at church one blustery spring morning. David Solvang’s wife had been like a second mom to Michelle taking care of her while Janet worked the books for our company. She was Janet’s BFF in modern parlance. Her best friend...

Yes, I was dead. At least I was emotionally soul dead to the world. My heart was dead and had no room for myself else much less anyone else. Yes, I ate meals that had no flavor. I took showers to wash a body with no feelings, no sensations. I worked, I slept, I did all the things you do to keep body and soul in the same general vicinity. Mom Davenport tried for all she was worth to help lighten my grief, but in the end, s...

They say that when you’re dying, your life will flash before your eyes. That’s bullshit! Here I am, just a few weeks over 65, haven’t even drawn a single damned social security check and I know my end is not far off. I have tubes and sensors stuck in me or on me, all over my body. That kinda sucks! Well, I can’t say I haven’t had a full life, nor can I say it was a bad life either. I did what I did and that was that. Thin...