Learning From Others

I have spent most of the day learning a lot about blogging. I am such a newbie. I have tons yet to learn. I’ve been learning from two people I have learned to trust and respect and who know A LOT about blogging. If I’m not careful, I could end up doing this full time. …

Mister, My Mom Fainted

In May 1966 in the middle of beautiful weather and in a beautiful Sacramento neighborhood, I walked up to the ambulance guy and said, “Mister, my mom fainted.” I had just gotten home from school. Getting home was always a dangerous affair. There were various gangs vying for turf in our neighborhood. This was before …

Hunter, where is it?

Supermarkets are one of the places that those who struggle with PTSD avoid as much as possible. Every now-and-then, though, it can’t be avoided. <deep sigh> Today was one of those days. I had to go and pick up some medication and while I was at it I needed to pick up a few other …

Hunter and the Groomer

Hunter pretends he doesn’t like the groomer. As soon as we turn into the parking lot, he sits up alert and begins to shiver. When I open the back door, he doesn’t hop right out eager to go. In fact, he sorta crawls out and then, like a shot he heads for the grassy area …

Flight

Hunter is 5 feet long from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail. 80 pounds. Not a small chap. Just after Christmas we took a trip from Portland (OR) to visit family in Alaska. So, we were on an airplane to Anchorage. It’s a 4 hour flight, give or take. Theoretically, …