Consumed by Consumerism

You wake up sweaty and uncomfortable from a bad dream. No, a nightmare. It's dark outside and the cool breeze feels nice. No, the sunlight is creeping up through the clouds as it does at four o'clock each morning this time of year in Idaho. That's when you see it. No, them. All of them, with their red, beady eyes watching you in the dark--watching you sleep. You decide enough is enough. You get up and make your escape out of the bedroom. As you enter the hallway you can just make out more of them; more of it. Nothing…

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Remembering My Father – Father’s Day 2019

Most people remember their father's by the Saturday morning baseball pitch or the Sunday backyard BBQ's. My memories with my father were centered around drinking, smoking, guns, and motorcycles--that pretty much sums it up. I have spent the last eleven years not talking about my dad. Like all people, my father had some issues. During the first week of his life, he was abandoned by his mother and adopted by another family. This haunted him for much of his life. His escape came in the form of wine--Merlot to be specific. This wasn't his only vice, however--he also loved guns…

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