YOUNG MAN ALONE -- Pt. 21

Fraternizing with the enemy.   Mac and I hitchhiked to Charlotte and then caught a local bus to Wingate. Mac and his parents could not be further apart in character or demeanor. His parents were the epitome of politeness, correctness and charm,...

STRANGE SMELLS OF THE STORM

Don't know for sure but ChristiChristi came up with the probable explanation of the strange disinfectant smell that permeated the air in the wake of Irene's passing on this coast area. I had thought of it as a sort of mix of ammonia and Wintergreen....

Sexy Tuesday.. ALL I WANT

I'm not into oxygen deprivation. Believe me. Unless you have a death wish Don't even think of it.   I do not need that stuff I crave no more than slipping inside the soft tightness of you. It transports to Heaven   Do...

YOUNG MAN ALONE -- Pt. 20

Almost caught.     The band did a whole string of Christmas parades and concerts. I was still faking it. Not even the other sax players had realized I wasn't playing. There was no harmony. We all were playing the same notes. Three sax players...

YOUNG MAN ALONE -- Pt 19

Fires harden my heart.   Two days later there was a wood and grass fire burning out of control. They ask for volunteers to help fight it. They divided us up. The adult looking cadets were given a tattered old broom with a worn out blanket to...

YOUNG MAN ALONE -- Part 18

Fateful Sunday     If you are alive you know what I went through that Sunday, that first real date. Shaving off each facial hair individually, brushing teeth till my gums were bleeding. Doing anything to not look like who I was, and...

STRANGE STORM SMELLS

We visited relatives far inland. My son and his 14 month old son. He was a joy to see. At his birthday two months ago, he was just able to stand up and walk a couple of steps before falling. Now he climbs everything and is very good at it. He rarely...

VIKINGS IN THE WOODPILE

Vikings. Their blood boils up in my veins sometimes. I want the open sea and a wanderlust overtakes me. A viking funeral at sea is more to be desired than a slow sinking in the dust of a sedentary life.   I don't begrudge my great, many times...

A YOUNG MAN ALONE - Pt 17

Hell and high water.   Saturday morning is usually rushed because there is inspection ahead. But this morning the band was rehearsing for all he Christmas parades we would be doing. The band visits several cities and is invited for parades from...

YOUNG MAN ALONE Part 16

Going to jail.   My roommate, Mac, was still awake when I got back to the barracks from the Guard meeting.   “Did'ja hit three cherries,” he asked.   “Sure did. I think I've got this slot machine figured out,” I said. “Had a 2 inch...

YOUNG MAN ALONE -- Pt. 15

Healthy meals and getting a date.   Thanksgiving week end came and I hitchhiked most of the way home. Caught the bus when we got to the mountains. It took most of Wednesday to get there. My dad was at home and promised me a hunting trip Friday...

YOUNG MAN ALONE Part 14

The Guardsman   Things were happening fast now. Maybe too fast. I had nearly 200 hours now to march off on the bull ring. No Friday or Monday leave day because of being on the bull ring. But I had a job in the library and could escape...

Youtube Music -- CAN NOTHING BE DONE?

  Music on youtube – can any thing be done?   I'd listen to it but it drives me nuts. That windup, buffering thing. Trying to listen to Pachelbel's cannon in Dmajor. Four to six seconds of music then 30 seconds of buffering, ...

SEXY TUESDAY -- SMELLING SEX

To be honest, I love the smell of sex in a room. Not everyone else's, but the smell of my own and my partners loving. For me it is a very good smell, bringing back pleasant memories of a few minutes or an hour ago. A wet stain on a sheet or bedspread....

NEW ROADWAYS, SEARCHING FOR A SEXY TITLE

Some six or seven years ago I had a stroke. I hit suddenly, without warning of any kind. And for a while it seemed devastating.   It hit the speech centers of my brain. I knew what other people were saying but when I tried to answer them, I...

A YOUNG MAN ALONE Part 13

The boxing coach was Capt. Hafner. He also taught polysci and business courses. His nose was not only smashed flat it had been knocked over to one side of his face. He had cauliflower ears and scars that ran through his eyebrows, broad but sloping...

A YOUNG MAN ALONE Part 12

Learning to curse. That should have been taught as a course for the military school. Guys came from all over the states and territories of the US. We also had students from Mexico, most all of the central American countries and and several South...

A CHILD... a YOUNG MAN ALONE. Part 11

(Note to my readers: The title needs to be changed. It was originally selected when I was going to write about my very early years in school. A child who had to stand alone because no one was on his side. But I found that too trying to write about and...

A CHILD ALONE .. Part 10

We had fallen in for Drill. “Did you shave this morning, Cadet?” The platoon sergeant was looking me over.   “Yes sir,” I said.   He leaned closer to see if there was any evidence of this. “Well next time you stand a little closer to the...

A CHILD ALONE -- Part 9

The day Prince E. Macmillan first showed up at the school we were already three weeks into the semester. I saw him and his father walking around the campus and one of the cadets pointing things out to him. Not long after the cadet and the Macs, father...

A CHILD ALONE -- part 8

Something has to give. When an irresistible force such as this school, meets an old immovable object like me.... well, something somewhere, somehow has just got to give.   The situation was like this. When we went on town leave, much of the town...

A CHILD ALONE - Part 7

Screw-ups were routine for me.   I had made a bad mistake buying shoes for the school. This was to be done before we reported to the school. My mother had gone shopping for me and found a uniform place to buy the type of shoes the school...

A CHILD ALONE -- part 6

Life in a military school. I was correct. The school looks the other way when there is hazing going on. I made up my mind I could handle anything they could dish out. I wasn't going to complain and wasn't going to quit either. The reason I wouldn't...

REAL MEN DON'T STUDY RELATIONSHIPS -- or EAT KIESH

It is simple really, we like someone or we don't. Who knows what dark recesses of the mind are involved in this? It is a mystery, and probably better that we don't understand it.   Go with the flow, that is my motto. If you like someone and they...

The SWAMP IS ON FIRE

It may seem silly to you, but the Great Dismal Swamp is on fire. It doesn't need dry acreage for a fire to catch hold. The crown fire can spring from tree top to tree top.   I woke this morning to a pale sun but didn't think about it. Later,...