I am known as a "good listener".
I am not.
What I am is quiet. For most people, that seems to be enough. In this world, people are looking--mostly in vain--to find someone who will allow them to complete their own thoughts. Barring that, at least a single sentence. I do that: I sit silently while they speak and don't interrupt until they're done, so people assume that I'm listening.
Or, they just like the appearance that I'm listening. Because everywhere else they go in life, someone finishes their sentences for them.
Submitted by Sam White on Sat, 05/07/2016 - 22:42.
You don't have to Google very long to find stories about the dome of magma underneath Yellowstone. It's been there for as long as anyone can remember, but over the last few years, it has been increasing in size.
What does this mean? Some say it doesn't really mean anything. It's why Yellowstone is how it is, with geysers and all. In your Bing search, you don't have to search very hard to find other people--some with important-sounding letters beyond their names, others with tin-foil hats--who say the Yellowstone volcano is about to erupt.
OK, I realize my title is already causing some readers to object and/or question my sanity. I realized that when I wrote it. I didn’t want to write some cutesy blog where-in I bury the lead somewhere near the bottom. So, just in case there’s some doubt, let me assure you that:
--yes, I really do prefer the prequels to episode 7; and
--yes, I am talking about the “Star Wars” movies.
Submitted by Sam White on Thu, 10/22/2015 - 18:35.
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Just after Christmas, Marianne was invited to a “National Invitational” Archery Tournament in Denver and elected to go, hoping to use the trip to connect with some distant relatives who lived in the mountains near there. Even though Denver isn’t particularly close to La Plata Canyon, Garison and Heather were planning to go up and watch the tournament just because it was going to be “in state”. And then Heather got started talking to Jody and her “quick trip” came to involve a flight to Arizona to pick us up and take us to Denver with them.
Submitted by Sam White on Fri, 11/14/2014 - 15:52.
I woke up to find someone trying to feed me broth. My head was pounding and I reached up to find it bandaged. I remembered the other shot and felt of my chest. Finally, I found where a bullet had passed through my side, apparently hitting nothing crucial and not even particularly tender to the touch.
A voice was saying, “You need to eat this. Get your strength back up.”
Submitted by Sam White on Fri, 10/17/2014 - 14:58.
When I got my private investigator’s license I figured my life would be a lot like the lives of those guys who used to show up late at night in the old shows on cable. High speed car chases, fist fights (where I would always win), and beautiful women who find a guy with a spotty income strangely alluring. Occasionally even solving a case.
Why was I so often surprised back in those days when life didn’t imitate art? Or even TV?
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As Marianne made her way toward what had once been downtown Amarillo, she wondered if it might have been better to wait until dark, or at least dusk. She was an expert at moving around in low light and not being seen, but she felt exposed in the middle of the day like that. It was also quite warm.
Submitted by Sam White on Sat, 10/04/2014 - 17:40.
The explosion wasn't the most startling thing to happen to me that year, not even that six month period. It was just a really stark moment in time that was to change everything I knew over the following few days and weeks.
Surprisingly, though, even as it was a glass-shattering, life ending, honest-to-goodness explosion, at the very moment it happened, it just didn't really seem like that big of a deal.
It suddenly struck me that I was nesting.
Recently, my attention was drawn, via Facebook, to two different blogs by two separate bloggers (can’t remember if I were sent them by the same person) dealing with the same problem: why the church is losing millennials. In both cases, they were appended with notes that read something like, “Well-written article.”
And they were. They both contained nothing but correctly spelled words, the grammar was impeccable, and the syntax was fully paid-up for the fiscal quarter.
They were also remarkably similar.