Autumn

The chilly autumn air made me shiver as I stretched outside my door. I would have stretched inside if I’d known it was this cool, but a few minutes of jogging would make my sweats feel too hot. Enjoy the goose bumps, I told myself.

I started slow while on the pavement, and when I reached the packed sand of the beach I sped up to a pace that I would maintain for several miles.

The sun’s position at this hour was not quite above the horizon, its light no match for the smog and moisture in the air. I could see, but barely. . .

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One idea

All it takes is one well-expressed idea to change the world. Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence and things changed completely. Paine wrote “Common Sense” and again things changed completely. Modern examples might include Friedan’s “Feminine Mystic” or King’s “I Have a Dream” speech.

Time will tell if Al Gore’s recent “An Inconvenient Truth” is going to change the world. A war followed the publication of the Declaration of Independence and Common Sense. A revolution, though not an all-out war, followed the Feminine Mystic and I Have a Dream. Is a revolutionary change going to . . .

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Modern

Gerald was the kind of guy who wouldn’t look funny saying, “he was the very model of a modern major general,” or other rhythmic lines from Gilbert and Sullivan. He wore a vest and a bow tie. Every day. He wore starched shirts with the sleeves always buttoned, never rolled up.

He was the first of my new neighbors to say hello. I admit my first impression was that he would be a bit fussy about just about everything, but he turned out to be a very down-to-earth guy. Okay, maybe a bit fussy about his lawn. But he . . .

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Cops on Poop Patrol

Everybody longs for something. I long for cops on poop patrol. The city where I live could rake in thousands of bucks a month if the cops hit the arroyos where the walking trails are every morning and evening and issued tickets to every person walking a dog without a plastic bag in hand for scooping the poop.

There are big signs saying that it is illegal to fail to clean up after your dog. The signs are right above mounds of doggie doo. It’s like walking in a mine field trying to get up the trail without doo on the shoe.

There are TV commercials urging people to keep the river pure by cleaning up the poop that washes right down the arroyos into the river each time . . .

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Fallen Heroes

Ann Richards died. She was one of the few bright spots in the good-ol-boy-morass of Texas politics and a particular heroine of mine. It’s sad news.

She deserves lasting fame simply for uttering, “Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did but backwards and in high heels.” A concise expression of the whole feminist movement, a short sentence laden with meaning and power. She was an inspiration and a . . .

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Murky Dreams

It was one of those murky dreams that you can’t quite recall in the light of morning. It made me feel good, but it was an illusive feeling. The dream related to things my father liked. I think it was songs he liked, but it may have been something else.

I was with someone, perhaps a childhood friend, who said or sang snippets of things that created such warm feelings about my father. Unlike nightmares, which are all too vivid on waking, this is a scattered and . . .

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A Moral Line

Is there some agreed upon moral line when earning enough money to survive morphs into obscene profits at the expense of the common good?

We need such a moral line so we could clearly agree when its been crossed. Does a coke plant that depleats the entire water supply of a village to produce sugared drinks cross the line? Does a 9 mpg, ozone-destroying vehicle more expensive than many homes cross the line?

What about . . .

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Refresher Course

I need a refresher course on being me, I thought. I don’t understand where this behavior came from–I’ve never acted this way before. I think I just batted my eyelashes. I might actually be simpering. Who am I?

He nibbled at my ear some more and I heard myself giggle. Yes, giggle. Oh, help me Jesus, I thought, I’ve become deranged. I should run away, but instead I snuggled closer . . .

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Forwarding Address

Disappearing is harder than you think. Many parts of your life are neon signs advertising your forwarding address when you move from place to place. If you don’t want to be found in the new place, you have to take extraordinary measures. You have to be ready in advance and you have to plan ahead.

I thought I was ready. I’d been working toward the goal of disappearing for over a year. I traveled thousands of miles to a small place I’d never heard of before. The first morning I was there I went into a coffee shop for breakfast and saw someone I knew walk by on the sidewalk . . .

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My Home Town

Rocky Ford Melons

My home town is famous for its melons. If you’ve ever been anywhere near Southern Colorado in early fall you probably know about Rocky Ford melons. I got all excited the other day when the local Whole Foods had a big display of Rocky Ford melons. Took a photo and posted it at VeeSees, my photo blog, and now a company that sells melon seeds wants to use my photo.

The Internet is making the world a very small . . .

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