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It seemed like a logical solution to follow the power-lines back to civilization after escaping my captors, but my hope soon turned to despair as I noticed the miles and miles of dangerous land stretched out in front of me. How was it possible I allowed myself to get into this mess? Had only I utilized my years of training and ignored the spontaneity of my emotions, I would be happily at home having dinner with my family instead of fighting for my life in this desolate land.

I can remember the kids jumping on my back, tickling me, then chasing me around the room on their tiny legs trying in vain to match my adult speed. Finally, I would stop running and allow them to pile onto my back once more, then laughter and hugs and kisses would follow. I miss them.

I can remember the soft caress of her fingers combing through my hair as we lie comfortably together on the sofa watching a favorite film. Those evenings were the best, it was our special time together and nothing else in the world seemed to matter. I wonder how frantic she is right now, wondering what has become of me?

I am exhausted and my thirst has made it twice as difficult to breathe, if only those clouds in the sky would release their water instead of teasing me with an occasional drop of rain like they have done for days and days and days.  Maybe I should sleep now. . .

The newspaper ad read:  Beloved German Shepard missing since July 4th. Answers to Hero, loves children.  If found, please call. . .

From Here To There

1318374700_CoverThe road. . . so very important in today’s hectic, hurry-up world.  We need roads to navigate our busy, curious and social lives.  We need roads to transport life saving medicines, to deliver life-sustaining food and water,  to do just about everything a modern society needs to do.

The road is mostly unavoidable, even in rural undeveloped places you will find a road, made of dirt perhaps, but a road never-the-less.  With that being said, this little photo collection is about the roads I travel on around Las Vegas, Nevada.  Every road has its own unique personality, some friendlier than others. . . so, fasten your seat belt!

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The Sneeze

Allergies are going to be the death of me because I’m fairly certain my life will end on the backside of a sneeze. It’s not the most glamorous parting, but at least it won’t be unexpected.

They say your heart stops or skips a beat each time you sneeze, so according to my calculations, I have experienced heart failure almost everyday of my life! Allergies are my immune system’s way of telling my body to screw off! Pollen, dust, rain, wind, perfume, cologne, spring, summer, fall, winter and any derivatives thereof, were destined to be my worst enemy from the moment I inhaled my first breath.

To add insult to injury, when I was young and in school, not only was I teased for being a skinny shy kid who sucked at sports, I was also teased for nonstop sniffling and sneezing and having a tissue up to my nose every second of the day, in which, the bully kids used as reason to give me…yet another…derogatory nickname of ‘Snot Rag’.

So here I sit, decades later, with a snot rag in hand, a runny nose, itchy swollen eyes and a massive sneeze lingering in the background, asking myself if today is the day that sneeze will snuff me out.