Aside from your occasional James-Bond-Like act of international espionage and/or ethnic-beauty intrigue, I'm mostly just a humble ponderer of all things.... well maybe not ALL things. My tattered, old shoe-box, seams now bursting, finally exceeded capacity in an heroic attempt at housing a decade+ of my literary cobblings.... jagged-edged, crinkled, yellow pages shuffled carelessly and absent order. Suffering the ravages of time and my own neglectful disposition, the futility of my restorative efforts quickly loomed. Left with few choices, I've decided to share some of the near-irretrievable stories, hoping to preserve a portion of my more treasured yarns. Ok, so you might have guessed that I like to try to write.... "try" being the key word. Join me as I seek to hone the tip of my restless quill.
Interests Writing, Weed, Woodworking, Watching ;), Winning (not the Charlie Sheen kind) That's all for the W's I like sports, golf in particular. TV/Movies etc., etc..
Autumn laid it's blanket of fallen leaves early this year. The ground now a canvas in bright, patterned hues, the broadleaf's looked a-fright with nary a thing to wear. In chorus, ranks of unpredictable winds shook the landscape for it's waning foliage without remorse. "Ah... perfect golfing weather," I thought. I rang up the course and sure enough all the geezers were at home with mittens and tea, not a geriatric foursom...
