Shiny Things
Shiny Things aren’t exactly mirages, because if a glint catches your eye there is almost always something there, it just usually turns...
Gold Fever III: Moe’s Turn
We made a couple more trips into the gold fields under my tutelage without, I confess, much success. That’s when Moe—and I should have...
Gold Fever II: An Unforeseen Reward
Moe and I had somewhat of a misfire on our first prospecting trip, mistaking what is appropriately called ‘fool’s gold’ for the real...
Gold Fever 101
Long, long ago, in a galaxy not far away…I spent my days off prospecting California’s gold country where thousands of eager 49ers had...
THE GAPS BETWEEN
Photo by Withanee Andersen Milligan So there I was, standing in my backyard looking at the clouds—which I often do between snacks—and...
Punching Out the Time Clock
I haven’t seen a time clock in decades—don’t even know if they’re still being used—but I can say, with all sincerity, that I’ve never...
When 'Golly' was a Word
In composing these things—I don’t really know what to call them—I sometimes spend what seems an inordinate amount of time looking for...
Flight; Part 5, The End.
And so I unexpectedly became the semi-proud owner of one half of one airplane, which, being a 1946 Taylorcraft, wasn’t a whole lot to...
Flight; Part 4, The Taylorcraft
Pictured above: A 1946 Taylorcraft similar to Litster's, with fewer blemishes. After I tired of brandishing my Private Pilot’s license to...
Flight; Part 3, The License
It seemed I was always tense when piloting an aircraft. Never did I get entirely comfortable with it, which appears to be the difference...