tao1776

I'm the unhappy dude on the far left with the hat

Late last summer my Karmann Ghia ("My Little Hottie") began to run rough with little explanation. I eventually discovered that the rear bolt of the carburetor was very loose allowing an influx of air. I had to have a friend heat and bend a wrench that would allow it to reach behind the carb to tighten it; thus allowing me to avoid dismantling the air conditioning and moving it out of the way. Yes, the 1973 air cooled VW has air conditioning. It did work fine until it froze up from non-use in the winter months. Unlike the cars of today, where the a/c is engaged even when not in use, it is never idle. VW recommends that in the winter months one should operate the VW a/c for at least fifteen minutes every few weeks. Since I store it for close to six months of the year and it is inaccessible, it finally froze up. Not much to fix but why bother? After this little discovery, she needed a tune up to make up for the loss of vacuum and an idle change. Since I have not dabbled in this ...

The day before the longest day in the northern hemisphere, the Lady's Grandmother passed into the next world. It's been two since Grandfather passed. The Lady states that she is now truly an orphan. Her father, a career military man went awol on his family when she was five. Her mother had several stays in the hospital and the Lady was raised for several years by her grandparents. I too became close to them in ways that I never experienced within my own family and with my own grandparents or aunts or uncles. I wonder though what has become of us. Master T and the Lady, although never very self assured, understood the hardship of others and we wore a welcome mat on our foreheads and extended another at our door. I think that we must have attached ourselves to the desired effect that people would extend grace in return. Although the Lady and me have brothers and sisters in the greater area, we no longer associate with them. Now... this seems to cause some of them feelings of, ...

I'm like an old dog beside the fire. I enjoy a fireside chat. Poking at the flames with the lower half of an old fishing pole provides a calming comfort. I'm glad to be home. Wanderlust is absent from my mind.

A ddendum

Galileo's head was on the block The crime was looking up the truth And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode I try to trace them to my youth And then you had to bring up reincarnation Over a couple of beers the other night And now I'm serving time for mistakes made by another In another lifetime How long till my soul gets it right Can any human being ever reach that kind of light I call on the resting soul of Galileo King of night vision King of insight I think about my fear of motion Which I never could explain Some other fool across the ocean years ago Must have crashed his little airplane How long till my soul gets it right Can any human being ever reach that kind of light I call on the resting soul of Galileo King of night vision King of insight I'm not making a joke you know me I take everything so seriously If we wait for the time till all souls get it right Then at least I know there'll be no nuclear annihalation in my lifetimeI'm still not right I offe...

The evening was blessed by the blinking light of many lightening bugs. A spurt of light here. Then there. High, low. It is magical show of lights lending to a pleasant late Spring night. The more one moves out towards the wooded areas, you can hear coyotes seeking their night prey. The deer are closing in on the tender sprouts reaching upward from the newly planted gardens. The bats are beginning to sweep the sky clean of June bugs and mosquito's. This makes me, well, horny. Making love on a nice spring evening. Breathing your lover's breath deep within your senses. The taste, the smell; the feel of a lover's caress. Crickets chirp in approval as lovers sit inspired by the Buddha and his Concubine. Face to face with tongues lightly fencing, breath breathing breath while hearts beat in excitement. The moon lightly shining upon her face; her eyes approving of the depth of penetration, yet her legs pull you closer and closer until you appear as one being. The explosive push fa...

I have always enjoyed fishing. A few years ago I was involved in a Spring to Fall, once a week, Bass Fishing Tournament. As a kid, when we would fish for " Horn pout " (NE version of Catfish) we could catch as many as 100+. My Dad could clean and ready for the cook as many as 4 or 5 a minute. I could never match his skill. Not even close. My younger son, (pictured) recently moved back home after a an 8 year absence . He has never asked for much. We were glad to have him home. We have not fished together in many years. On the 4 Th of July, 7 years ago, my son and his friend were night fishing in a canoe. It tipped over. Neville could not swim and he drowned. It is always within his heart. As part of his company's outing, they arranged this fishing trip. I was thrilled when he invited me as his guest. I was less than thrilled as I let out my line on the first drop and saw my Guinness watch fall from off my wrist and sink into 300 feet of water. I'm hoping that some fis...