About Jim

A wandering fool that wonders what the hell is going on in the world.

Why Would You Do Something Like That?

IMG_20191015_110737954_MP.jpgWhat an exhilarating experience. In all my years, I never thought I’d be in a position like this. Well, maybe similar, but definitely not exactly like the one I am in now. Let me tell you how I arrived at this point in my life.

I drove. Yep. I drove myself here. I hope to drive myself back one day. But, for now, I’m happy to stay put.

Let me back up a little bit. I know how I arrived at this point in life. I got old. Not real old, but older than I ever thought I’d be thirty years ago. Hell, even twenty years ago. Maybe not twenty, but definitely thirty. Now that I find myself where I thought I’d never be I don’t have to drive anymore.

Let me take that back. I don’t have to drive my personal vehicle as much as I used to. Not anymore. The government supplies me with a vehicle—for work, what little work I do. I only use my trusty jeep when I want to. And, sometimes not even then. I walk. I walk to work. Well, actually, I live at work. Or, rather, I live where I work. Can you imagine that? Live and work in the same place? I’d say it’s kind of like working from home.

Alright, let’s get back on track. How did I get here? I drove. What am I doing here? That’s the purpose of this little jumble of words you have before you. Continue reading

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Maybe Once, But Not Now

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I just heard a song, really listened to it, that struck home like a sledge hammer ringing soundly as it strikes a spike. I don’t know why. I’ve heard the song many times before. Today, however, something must have been different.

At eighteen I knew what I wanted and where I was going in the world. A skinny kid with a dream, that’s what I was. A hayseed, straight off the farm. I had a dream and I knew I was destined to reach it. I was going to save the world from itself.

Somewhere along the way that dream faded into a misty cloud, disappearing into nothingness. Continue reading

Chasing The Extraterrestrial

DogFaceBefore I begin this short shout out to my friend ALF I want to offer my apologies to the reader. If you are a follower of this blog, you will undoubtably realize that I have not posted anything in quite sometime. I will not offer excuses, but I am going to attempt to defend my actions. I’ve been busier than I really care to be.

Since my last significant post in August I have published Pinky Anderson and the Traveling Flea Circus, compiled and published The Lady In The Pink Underwear, and moved back to Moapa Valley National Wildlife Refuge. That might not sound like much to the average person, but to me it’s enough to drive an old man to a nap. And I’m still searching for that nap. Oh, and I’ve started outlining two new stories, and am currently writing a short story that is much different than anything I’ve done in the past. Wish me luck on that one.

What I want to remind you about today, in case you’ve forgotten, is that this is the weekend for the Storm Area 51 fiasco. You got that right. A bunch of idiots were (still are?) planning on storming the government’s top secret air base at Groom Lake. Continue reading