Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams
Linda G. Hill has left me in the bar in an untenable position relative to her Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. At least here in the States, there is an obvious way to roll this week. Let’s see if I can avoid it. According to Linda: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is... Continue Reading →
A few weeks ago, I shared some doors from an industrial area in nearby Enfield, Connecticut. The area is known as Hazardville, named after Augustus Hazard who operated a gunpowder manufacturing company in the 1800s. The mill was powered by water from the Scantic River, and the little valley in which that river runs is... Continue Reading →
It seems like Linda G. Hill is tuned into the holiday weekend in the country to her south. She has given us an easy prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday – if we were sitting around the back yard. We, however are gathered at the bar. Let’s see what we can do with: “Your Friday... Continue Reading →
Once again, our conversation at the bar is being held in conjunction with Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday weekly challenge. Linda has inadvertently made it easy for me, my buddy and Cheryl by telling us that: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is 'empty/hollow.' Use one, use both, entirely up to... Continue Reading →
I’ve combined #SoCS with a bar story and National Train Day. I have given this a lot of thought, maybe too much for #SoCS – I’ll see if I can get a ruling from Linda G. Hill, whose Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘on the... Continue Reading →
Last week’s attempt at working the bar-banter around Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was a failure. Let’s see what I can do today…oh, great: "Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is 'Why/Y.' Theme your post on a word that starts with 'Y' – bonus points if you start or end your post... Continue Reading →
I left the frigid spring in Connecticut last Monday for the warm, dry and colorful city of San Antonio, Texas – almost John Howell country. The week was a mix of meetings, learning, eating, drinking and a little sightseeing. I’ll be dribbling photos and bits of the experience in, over the next few blog posts... Continue Reading →
Linda G. Hill has given me the ideal prompt for her fun Stream of Consciousness Saturday blog thingie. I am going to let the voices visit the bar with my buddy and Cheryl, as we deal with: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘door.’ Write about a door you walked through this... Continue Reading →
If we were having a beer, you’d be the one who is late. “Hi Cheryl. No sign of the old man yet?” “Nope. That’s OK. Whenever he’s here before you, he grumbles about your being late.” “Well, I won’t be grumbling. And I won’t be waiting, I’ll have a Brooklyn.” “I had anticipated that. Brooklyn... Continue Reading →
