Part Eight December 1939 – The Bore War The hut was freezing despite the efforts of the pot-bellied stove that glowed cherry red in the darkness. David groaned as he woke and someone snapped on the lights. "All right you lot, hands off cocks and on with your socks. Let's be having you, gentlemen! Parade outside, working dress, twenty minutes." The door s...
Some people in this world live a life of extremes. This story is about one of them, told through their own eyes. I get really horny when I'm aggravated. Sometimes when I'm pissed off, sometimes when I'm antsy. Every time the girl from the end of the block walks by I get a huge hard on. Like a lightning bolt. The tv articles and books say I'm a sexual preda...
As I watched the news tonight I saw that there was yet another hurricane off the coast of Florida. It brought back memories – some bad, some good. Fall in the southeastern states is always a time of impending doom. While hurricanes like Andrew have made people realize just how dangerous they can be, a lot of people don’t realize that even the simple tropic...
The waves were crashing against the seawall like mighty hammers. Sea spray was floating through the air, stinging my eyes like thousands of tiny needles. I was almost finished turning the last screw on the plywood covers I had made to protect the windows from the approaching storm. Inside Lynn was filling containers with water; the storm was going to be b...
I started writing this the night after a hurricane came through my area, isolating the small town where I live by flooding all the access roads. Learning over the next several days about the loss of life in this town alone and the personal and business financial hardships the flooding caused made me take a long break. It's not a tasteless pun when I say the...
I met Joanne in an internet chat room in June of 2003. She was a regular visitor to that room, and had lots of friends there. Although I wasn't a newbie to chat, I hadn't been going to that room. The chat room was really good: lots of very intelligent people having deep discussions. I liked going there a lot. The highlight of that room for me, though, was J...
June 1st not only marks the beginning of the hurricane season, but it also often marks the busiest time in the life of a Weather Channel meteorologist, and none are busier than Stephanie Abrams. That's because she made her name for two things: being hot, and being the one in the eye of the storm between June 1st and November 30th, which is the length of the...
This is the third chapter in an on-going story about two individuals who are hunkering down before Hurricane Frances – an actual storm – passes over central Florida. Although not absolutely necessary, I recommend reading the first two chapters and then come back to this installment. The storm and its effect were real. As a Floridian, I lived through it. I ha...
As I looked over the damage to my house and yard from the recent hurricane, I was reminded of a Japanese haiku written by a man who had lost the roof to his house. In the haiku he finds that with the roof gone he has a much better view of the moon. I guess I need to look at the damage to my fence the same way. Now that my fence is damaged I have a much bette...
Chapter 7 Bernie Meets Eddie Boyle It was a rainy Sunday; Bernie was just sitting around the off-campus apartment, watching The A-Team on NBC with George Peppard, and Chicago-born actor Mr. T. with two other girls, Frannie and Meg. Val was out on a date with Joe, and Bernie was more than a little jealous with the knowledge they were getting very serious a...