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“A History Remembered by No One” Now Available as a Free Kindle Ebook
Like free books? (And who doesn’t?) For the next five days everyone can pick up a free ebook version from Amazon of my debut book, a collection of stories entitled “A History Remembered by No One: Stories by Sea and Land!” Each life has tied to it a history– but how much of each person’s…
An Adventure to Davenport, Iowa
May 28, 1997 Wednesday I was awakened from another night’s fitful surplus of dreams by my dad early this morning. It being his day off, he wanted to know if I wanted to do something. Still in slumber’s partial daze, I said sure. After all, what else did I have planned? I pictured myself, laying…
I Know What Chicken Tastes Like
May 27, 1997 Tuesday I have been a graduate for little more than a week, yet I await my genesis (dramatic flare: check). I am like a vessel, waiting in the harbor to undergo my most dynamic voyage yet. It is only a matter of waiting for the tide to go out. I have already…
Peace During War
May 29, 2006 Monday Marley– First I want to compliment you on your letter, and thank you for writing to me as much as you did, considring how busy you are. I am quite pleased with how well both of us have done with communicating, both in volume and in manner. Your emails, as you…
Gumming Up Time
September 24, 2006 Sunday Still in Cape Verde. I have the option if I want to go out in town today. Yesterday I was confined to the ship for duty, but I am considering going out and seeing the sights. From what I spied coming in there is not much, a half-built small city huddled…
Over Brunch
June 18, 2006 Sunday It is Sunday. Have a brunch with me, somewhere between our distant two points, in a small cafe in Paris. If only for a moment. I feel better today. This might be the best news I can type that can be condensed into four words. My moodiness has passed, even…
Raised Bars and Clouds of Dust
July 13, 2006 Tuesday You are defiantly living a charmed life, working for the summer on Capital Hill, I am happy for you. It really must be amazing to meet people who will go down in the history books. Gaining access to such a world is a nice perk, Marley, even if it is…
A Succession of Thoughts Before the Waves
“For Good” May 15, 2006 Monday My last night before leaving. It’s also a duty night, so I am on the ship for good, not to touch American land until November. Not that it matters at this late point. If it is not packed away by now it isn’t coming with me, but there is…
The Great Culture Clash of Helensburgh, Scotland
February 26, 2006 Saturday The day’s work in port over by three, I said I would go with Ferrari, a fellow sonar man, because I only wanted to pick a few things up in town, and be back at a good hour to be in shape for my trip to Edinburgh on Sunday. Slowly I…
Searching for Scotland
February 24, 2006 Thursday My first look at the United Kingdom had to wait until this morning, although we had reached Land’s End (a fantastic name, the southwestern-most extension of England) and Cardiff to the north, yesterday. My only view last night could be from the GPS in sonar that I have used to track…
“That Shit Is Raw” (A Carlson Thanksgiving)
written November 22, 2012 Eric: The off-key singing of May’s door, opened at 7:30 was by no means the first to come to May’s ears this Thanksgiving morning. Sonya has roamed until (only?) about two in the morning. “Good morning,” I had whispered to her, then just a huddled form. We talked of things…
No One Will Believe You 