Category: Auto-biographical
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Diary 9/15/2013 The Kid in the Candy Store
Diary 9/15/2013 The Kid in the Candy Store Given the Enormity of the Universe, the Immensity of Time, the Stunning-ness of Life, I am conscious of a slight hiccup in the Eternal Proceedings. Moi. The obtuse one. Good-looking, charming, modest, but definitely a limited blip in the Universe. A very momentary blip. A sort of…
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A Blip on the Radar (Part 38B) – The Fisherman’s Legacy
A Blip on the Radar Part 38 B: The Fisherman’s Legacy I posted a link to what turned out to be only the first part of this story on Facebook. I belong to the two groups, “Tuna Pilots” and “Tuna Spotter Pilots”, and I usually post a link to any new story there. I also…
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A Blip on the Radar (Part 38) – The Missing Fisherman
A Blip on the Radar Part 38: The Missing Fisherman As you grow older, you inevitably witness tragedies. It’s part of the Great Learning we experience on this little, blue, pipsqueak planet of ours, lost in the Immense Universe. We are small, tiny in fact, short-lived, but we matter. Our lives matter. Our kindness matters.…
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Of Helicopters and Humans (18) I am Flying
Of Helicopters and Humans Part 18: I am flying I am flying… Across the Tuna Fields, somewhere North of Papua New Guinea, and a long way South of a good little woman who waits patiently for me. My Hughes 500 D Model is feeling frisky this morning. She is striding along smoothly, with that steady,…
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A Blip on the Radar (Part 37) – The Pilot who hated me
A Blip on the Radar (Part 37) THE PILOT WHO HATED ME Truth is stranger than fiction. Much. Stranger. I look back, many, many years now, decades in fact, and I still see the incandescent, glowing red hot fury in the eyes of a fellow pilot. I see the angry fists, and I feel the…
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A Blip on the Radar (Part 36) All our Mother
A Blip on the Radar (Part 36) “All Our Mother “ Light in the Darkness, perhaps When it comes to scuba diving, one of the cardinal rules is: never dive alone. Always have a dive buddy along with you. You never know what you might encounter. If you train with any accredited dive training organization,…
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Entente Cordiale
Entente Cordiale For my Fromage pounding, Spanish flying buddy, Jean Michel Varlet… (ils sont tous fous, mon cher…) I was in la Belle France again, circa 1972. 1973? Sometime. Summer time… and the French know how to live. They elevate the occupation to an undisputed Art Form. I was staying at one of their…
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The Winds of Old Ireland (for the love of rhyme and verse)
The Winds of Old Ireland (for the love of rhyme and verse) I confess: I’m a feeling man. Oh, such a fool… in so many ways. At times, a fool for women. At times, a fool for wine. Often, a fool for myself, and a fool for Time. “But of all the many fools I’ve…
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Peak Awareness
Peak Awareness Standing on this craggy peak, high above the valley floor, alone, buffeted by the wind, I stretch out my arms to you. I strain for you. I reach for you, on tip toes. I ache for you. I know your Love. I feel it. I sense your touch. The sun shines on me.…
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Grandfather Meyrick
Grandfather Meyrick (For Teddy) I never -physically- met up with my Grandfather on my Mum’s side. Grandfather Meyrick. But in a funny way, I think I do know him. Quite well, actually. Let me explain… You see, Grandfather Meyrick, a chemist by trade, was also a prolific scribbler. According to my mother, he was a…