The fleeting fame with power rose
and set, along with the many invoking moons.
I languished in the paradise of the Hawaiian Islands for almost
a quarter of a century. I claim to have shivered my way through
twelve years of "Pushing Tin." Tantimount to tropical sweat.
Often I sat trembling, with a whimpering
snot bubble in my nose.
I reflect back on this inflaming Radio Air Traffic
experience with lament.
With claims to have never caused contact between tons of metal
and precious souls on board.
However mangled I thawed "cold turkey"off the power of it all.
What now remains are quite moments,
etched in flashing memory.
Was I just a blue collar commander of gliding monstrous metal?
People often ask me, "Don't you miss Hawaii?"
As time passes, not as much. Yet a smell of
tropical ginger still glistens
through my nostrils, as do wonderful blinding
reflections of the glimmering blue salty ocean
of Hawaiian heaven.
My Favorites: Reading and Writing
Non-Fiction: Memoir/Narrative Non-fiction
Ancient Text and Manuscripts
Writings lost in time
Dogwood Hills, a cedar and stone cottage overlooking the Red river in the foreground and a lucid lake beyond.
Have written poems, a short story letter, adages, ten word stories on WEbook.
Writing Articles about health and meditation for TRIOND and HELIUM article publishers.
Doing research on the, "When you are going to finish this book?" great american novel. Yet it now may well turn out to be the great European novel.
Robert Louis Stevenson
H.H. the Dalai Lama