Category: Auto-biographical (tuna helicopters)

A Blip on the Radar Part 16: “Shithouse Etiquette; Moggy, Moggy, what you DO?? “ People that know me well, marvel how I do it. I have a unique gift. The ability to waltz, wholly innocently, into all sorts of serious trouble. Then, having unintentionally caused complete and utter chaos, I tend to be forgiven.…

“Sexy ” by Odegaard A Blip on the Radar Part 15B: Beautiful American Film Star If he was disappointed, the Captain never betrayed any sign of it. After a few seconds of contemplation, he merely motioned over the waiter, now doubling as the Captain’s personal pimp. Handing over the keys to his room, he instructed…

Carole Landis Note: Sometimes there is a conflict in a writer’s mind. He feels the need to honestly paint a TRUE scene with accurate, authentic brush strokes. At the same time, he doesn’t want to be seen to necessarily condone or approve of the behavior, ethics or values he describes. I mean no fundamental disrespect…

Your very own scribe, shooting hell out of…. milk cartons A Blip on the Radar Part 14: On holding hands, keeping your shorts on, rotor brakes, and smoking Pot I have worked, on and off, for different charities. That doesn’t make me a saint, or better than you. It just makes me a Seeker, a…

Photo by Francis Meyrick A Blip on the Radar Part 12: No Man is an Island I have read stories and biographies that, in the final thrust, left me unable to identify, to connect, with the protagonist. It was as if the make-up team had been in. The dreaded publicist. Massaging the true writer away.…

A Blip on the Radar Part 13: The Lady in Blue I try hard, not always successfully, to live by my own maxims. One of these goes like this: never mock what you don’t understand. It has to do with respect I guess. Other people’s religious and spiritual beliefs may seem strange, unreal, but if…

A Blip on the Radar Part 11) Plastic, War, and Manta Rays In my little life, I have frequently witnessed distressing events, man-made, that made absolutely zero sense to me. No rhyme, no logic, no sense. I’d be left thinking… why on earth… do people do and say-such incredibly silly things? Do you have to…

A Blip on the Radar Part 10: “Burning The Garbage; Moggy, Moggy, what you DO?? “ Looking back, I know I elevated naivety to an Art form, truly worthy of the Guinness Book of Records. But I plead innocence. After all, I mostly meant well. That is probably what I shall be telling Saint Peter…

A Blip on the Radar We were all ship mates. In our own way, despite different nationalities, cultures and priorities, we often relied on each other. I was learning Chinese, and I often chatted for hours with the crew members about their lives, their homes, their goals in life. They showed me photos of their…