It is unamerican to not have a place. How can we know our place if we do not have one? If all Americans had a place, then I would be there and content. My father left us no place and his father left him no place. I come from a fairly long line of people born into nothing substantial here, from across the sea where we didn’t have a place either.
I never knew I had no place, becuase no one told us it was not our land...or our estuary, as most of the time no one else was…Continue
It wasn’t raining. The smoke from fires north and south tinted the late morning air. Each speaker rose, spoke and then sat. Some might have heard every word but not us, who could barely make out the National Anthem that not a single person knelt during. No one that I could see was singing either.
“If not for the veteran...” the lady eventually spoke as three uniformed men folding the flag, worked. I was lost in my own thoughts. Millions and millions of veterans, now…Continue
Cal Tech. JPL..., things us Jersey boys were not raised with or near. Propulsion there, payload here. Telstar...our Jersey project faded to black as Shockley took his pant load of crap and Nobel to San Jose. Woe, Woe, Woe. Faded to black and snapped twig like on the knee of a newer version of the old thing.
White Power, huddled in Redwoods...plotting yet again global rule long before I was shucking clams down river from the MIC as a preteen. Shockley...read to me…Continue
The work now is still in 1993...In it I am back from DC. I tried the Clinton thing offered for less than a full week. I knew I had made a terrible mistake...the air was brown and the humidity was unbearable. I stood on the tennis courts at the Hilton and looked up at the air...you could see the air.
2000 was an election year, and that meant everything to me. I was a contractor trying to get to Coronado to babysit some Navy brats. I was a Gore operative sitting in a bar mid…Continue