Unfortunately I’ve reached an age where I’m inclined to forget things. They tell me age isn’t the only contributor to forgetfulness, and I’m glad to know that. Take for example those who’ve been subjected to stress, they find it hard to recall things that need to be remembered. Forgetfulness can be quite irritating, but it’s of greater concern to those of us who realize it’s … Continue reading I Forgot to Sing the Song
Hajji Ali entered India as one of thousands of escapees during his countries revolution. He paid lip service to the new order in his country in order to hedge his bets, writing slogans for the revolution on compound walls around the city of Pune, and joining in an occasional march whenever some international event was to the dislike of the political leadership of his country. … Continue reading Masked Intentions
They say satan finds work for idle Fathers and I can confirm that’s true. Now and then children have the uncomfortable habit of reminding parents of “sins” they’ve committed against them during growing up years. They’ve a convenient memory when it comes to their own lapses, but sins of parents are indelibly imprinted in young minds and used at various future times to neutralize moves … Continue reading Ghosts, Pirates and Revenge
He couldn’t bring himself to fight the leader of the pack, Too many had already tried but most had not come back His family they were wretched poor they’d fled the cussed war And were located in this slum no better than before! The family told before the war they’d known of better days They had to leave all things behind, adjust to different ways, … Continue reading Climbing the Social Ladder
The above image copyright to http://www.bigtravelweb.com/austrailia_beaches.htm It was at the beach Trent saw her for the first time. He’d been sauntering down to the water’s edge surf board dragging in the sand for his usual morning tryst with ocean waves. Scores of boarders were already in the water and there were a few families slowly making their way over rocks while their little children shouted … Continue reading The Malibu Connection
The above painting is by my daughter Gina Kuest, Winter’s Mother, who specializes in animal paintings. Find her on her “paws to create” Facebook page. This is another of the toy adventure series for those of you who like to read these to your own children. It was written for my Granddaughter Winter who lives in the USA. Snuggle Puppy is the favorite toy she … Continue reading Grand Night Adventure
I was on one of my routine trips around Southern Asia and had arrived in Bombay, India late at night. The name has now changed to Mumbai. These were simpler times before airport security became an international concern and there was a much more relaxed atmosphere. Mumbai was one of those transit stops that last long enough to be thoroughly tiring, but not long enough … Continue reading Airport Evacuation
It would be encouraging if people that you met Gave all a cheery greeting as they came, And everyone whose contact on the worldwide internet Took open kind relations as their aim. If the people of all nations would support their fellow men As they deal with human challenges each day, And the leaders of the nations would speak courage now and then … Continue reading How Nice It Would Be
The above image copyright to http://media.photobucket.com/user/Kanji2000/media/Assignment%20Sketches/runaway.jpg.html?filters%5Bterm%5D=runaway girl&filters[primary]=images&filters[secondary]=videos&sort=1&o=0 Trudy was at that difficult age when it had become quite apparent parents were way out of touch with what was going on in the world. Trudy marvelled at their ignorance and was thankful she was part of the smart rising generation. It was not difficult to come to that conclusion she reasoned. Look at all the problems … Continue reading Trudy’s New Point of View
My first trip to Myanmar was a real eye popper. It was early 70’s and I’d been assigned responsibility for looking over project books to ensure money sent was flowing in the right direction. I’d the choice of taking the long slow train to Calcutta (as it was then called) and hop across the bay to Yangon on their national airways, or fly in on … Continue reading Family Stall
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