Thanksgiving is a time for family, feasting, and the airing of memories. I know my family when they get together always wants to share stories and memories of a time gone by. If you wait long enough there will always be the embarrassing stories that they just love to share about t the other members but not really wanting to…
Richard Bittner, Jr sat at his desk in his office on the 20th floor of the Bittner Building. He had come from the funeral earlier that day and although his wife wanted him to come home, he came to the office instead. He wanted to be alone and he had encountered no one but Steve the guard, who grunted at…
Life for me came down to sitting on the park bench during the day, rain, shine, cold, hot, it did not matter. My bench was my place. I was their every day, all day. It became my palace, my refuge. There I could sit and look out on the world, well a little slice of that world. A nice slice…
William, as he introduced himself or Wet Willy as the rest of the park residents called him, was gone in the morning. I had not moved from the bench. Not sure if I slept but it seemed as if I did not nor did it matter. I had watched the bums come out starting their fires after the regular citizens…
One of my most favorite things I did on my trip to Arizona was to go visit a place called Bearizona. Oh my that was the best. I was excited, scared, nervous, and amazed when visiting Bearizona. Ok, I was a big fat scaredy cat for some of it. I had never been that close to some of those animals…
I walked to the park away from the noise of the fire trucks and people shouting. I found the bench I used to sit on before, before all the craziness. When the wife and came to the park, to walk and sit on the bench and hold hands. It felt like a good place to be so I sat. I…
I ended up going back to the shelter for the Wednesday meeting. Not because I really cared so much about my sobriety but because it was raining and she was there. Mostly the raining though. I have not had a lot of luck with women in my life. They all seemed to be bottom feeders except my dear wife reset…
I love trains and have become quite an aficionado. Well, actually, let me revise that. I love riding trains. Definitely am not one of those who can look at a train and tell you the kind of train it is, where it was how the engine works and whether or not it is a great train or just an ordinary…
I had only been in the hospital for 24 hours and I needed a drink. I mean I really needed a drink. My hands were shaking, I felt like I was going to vomit, sweating, my heart was trying to jump of my chest and I felt just plain miserable. I needed a drink badly. The heart rate got the…
I woke up. Or was it come to? Maybe the Angels transported me. I think it was probably the Devil. The sinner express. Alcohol fueled, of course. I laughed at my cleverness. My giggles became guffaws and just as I was on the verge of hysterics, a horn blasted, scaring me back to reality. Well that and the guy yelling…
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