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Saturday, March 11, 2017

Smashwords Weekend Sale



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A true love love story

Vampires versus the Third Reich

The most riveting time travel adventure to date

Book two- The adventure continues. Will our heroes be in time to stop the Fourth Reich's take over of the US government?

Book three-sample of the final conflict, or it is?


A broad spectrum of poetic treats

Monday, February 20, 2017

Executive Order we can agree on.



Here's an executive order I don't think anyone would have a problem with:
1) Term limits.
2) Elimination of the private government health plan for Washington Elites. Supply your own.
3) Elimination of retirement benefits for Senators and Congressman. When your terms up, good luck.
4) Congress can no longer pass legislation to increase their pay.
5) The government will no longer pay for fact finding missions. You want to go, pay for it yourself.
6) Congressmen/women will be paid for days on the job at their respective houses. Want to go on the campaign trail? No problem. You won't be paid. Basically, show-up for work or don't get paid.
7) Two weeks paid vacation provided you showed up for work ninety percent of the time.
Leaders lead by example, not by telling everyone else what's good for them.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

How to survive the current election

Finished this book yesterday: Seven Keys to Surving the Trump Presidency. The title would have one believe it's only directed towards those who voted for Hillary. You would be wrong. For the last twenty years and the explosion of social media and its abuse by the media outlets, it's amazing one can keep their sanity. Sadly, it has become a full time job. This short work, which is refreshing, can help both conservatives and liberals find some peace of mind in all this insanity.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Super Bowl, Lady Gaga, US Political Landscape

A friend of mine posted an article form USA and World Report talking about the subliminal messages from Lady Gaga's performance last night. This is my response:
This is what is wrong with America, right here! Yeah, I'm pissed. I am not a fan of hers or her political views; she kept politics out of the performance. We could nit pick and song sung by anyone and come up with the most ridiculous comparisons to support our own beliefs. She did what a performer was paid to do last night, entertain. What if she sang "Raindrops keep falling on my head" Would that be construed as imagery of Hillary supporters? Good LORD! Hell, even Limbaugh today is trying to spew his bombastic rhetoric on how the Superbowl was a win for the right! What BS. Everyone I talked to that voted for Trump wanted to see the Falcons win. Does that make them hypocrites? NO! Just like baseball fans who want to see the Yankees lose, they wanted the Patriot Dynasty to fall. This is how far our country is sinking. I'm waiting for a Flash News Bulletin to come out that those who wipe with their right hand are conservative and left hand liberal. Ludicrous? Not at all. It is the mind set of the mindless media. Folks, get a life and enjoy the show for what it was. Good Grief! .

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Blue Jays are coming to Arlington

Okay Rangers, it's time to right the wrongs of last year. The Blue Jays are coming to town. Time to correct the mistakes of last year and sweep the Jays. That will be vindication. And if Odor gets the chance to deck Batista with his fielding and batting, that will be sweet revenge! Leave the fisticuffs for off the field.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

A True Love Story Part V

The nurse came in and slowly moved me away from the bed to check for any sign of life. Without a word she exited the room looking for the doctor on call. He entered with the nurse. They both checked for signs of life.
The doctor slowly turned, looked me in the eye, placed his hand on my right shoulder and said the words with as much compassion as possible, “I’m very sorry. She's gone.” I digested his words and began understanding the depth of our love. My heart didn’t break; it literally shattered into a million pieces. I turned towards Cathey and collapsed into her arms, crying uncontrollably.
Our thirty-year love affair was over.


Postscript: Seven years ago, today, I kissed her for the last time.I appreciate all the heartfelt comments from friends and family. Many tell me how sorry they are for the loss.For me, what would have been worse was hearing about through a text, email or at a reunion that she had died.And then finding out that I passed her house every time I went to Tulsa would have been unbearable. We were given a second chance to finish what we started thirty years ago. For that, I will always be grateful.



Tuesday, July 19, 2016

A True Love Story Part IV

Something had changed. There was something in the air which didn’t feel right. I hurried back into the hospital. The elevator took an eternity to reach the third floor. I rushed down the hallway with a sense of urgency and hesitancy. I entered the room; Cathey was standing to the left of the bed. She asked how I was. I never responded. Her labored breathing had stopped. “Cathey, how long has she been like this?” She heard the concern in my voice and saw the look of worry on my face. She moved closer to the bed; put her fingers on Debbie's right wrist checking for a pulse. She wanted to believe she felt one. I laid my hand on her warm chest; it wasn’t moving. The pain in her face was starting to subside. I believe Cathey said she was going to get a nurse. All I could do was rub her chest and stroke her hair. Tears started falling from my eyes.

Monday, July 18, 2016

A True Love Story Part III

Debbie is in good hands with the aide. I decided to get some air, purchase a coke and have a cigarette. I went to the store with one thought running through my mind, Is there anything else I can do for her?  Had I done everything I could for the “love of my life”? Would God sit by her side and let her live out her life on earth or whisper in her ear, take her hand, and guide her to heaven? I had no control over what was happening to her.

Cathey arrived at the hospital room at 8:50am. She’d been detained by her hubby who was coming home from Alaska after a three-month tour with the railroad. She called looking for me. I told her I was downstairs having a smoke but would be up in a few minutes. She said Deb is doing fine. My gut told me different.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

A True Love Story: Part II

July 20th, 2009 7:00 am I held her hand and kissed her face with the arrival of a sunny beautiful morning, hoping for a miracle. The shift change was in full swing. Staff checking in, charts being reviewed, doctors and nurses exchanging information; vital signs being verified. Debbie’s breathing is labored as it had been for the last twenty four hours. I never knew if each breath would be her last. The cancer is running its course through her beautiful body at a terrible pace. An aide came in to change the sheets and clean her up. She asked if I would like her to wash Debbie's hair. I pondered the thought for a minute looking at the love of my live and replied in a hushed, choked tone, “She would like that. How long will it take you to change her bed and wash her hair?” She said about fifteen minutes. I stepped out of the room and called her friend Cathey to get an estimated time of arrival. She assured me she would be at the hospital within thirty minutes.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

A True Love Story

I not only believe in true love, I was able to experience it twice. Once in high school and then thirty years later. Our second chance together only lasted seven months as her breast cancer returned and took her life. This is our story:

Where Have You Gone?

I remember those carefree days,
The girlish happy smile,
The  days of high school,
Where only our love mattered.
The bus rides to the games and back,
Trips to the river bridge where our thoughts were one,
The nights filled of passion in the truck,
The moonlight dancing off our sweat covered bodies.

Our paths parted in a sea of tears,
The hurt, the pain of the past,
Always just under the surface,
A flash of sunlight, a familiar smile met with pain and hostility.
The smile vanishes, the pain and hurt boil up,
Yet the feelings of love never lost only suppressed,


A trip to Tulsa,
A business card in a mailbox,
A phone call two weeks later and the past awakens,
The smile, the pain, the hurt, the memories;
pour in like a raging river out of its' banks.
Is it worth the chance?
Is it worth opening the heart again?
Is it worth another trip to the unknown?

The smile is the same,
The feelings of love spring up,
The past is forgotten,
The present and future are all that matter,
Or is it?

Seven months of life together,
We laugh, we cry, we love;
chasing children, sharing their lives,
Strawberry shake in the face,
Movies from a Galaxy long ago,
Steaks, chicken and seasonings,
grilled to perfection with love.

A snowball fight,
A walk in the white soft flakes,
A pause on the sidewalk,
We embrace, kiss long and deep
letting our bodies provide the warmth.

The diagnosis, it's back.
Consoling the daughters,
A call to the parents,
A call to the EMT'S,
The present and the future are slipping away.

The final hours of life,
Only the sounds of deep painful breathing.
The halls are silent,
Nothing but thoughts for thirty years circle.
The end is closing in,
The cancer is tracking its' deadly course.

A warm hand rubs a chest going cold,
The breathing has stopped.
The pain is flowing out of her face.
The Doctor comes in,
The verdict is quiet with compassion,
I'm so sorry, she's gone.
Where have you gone?

Life has come to a stop,
There is nothing that matters anymore.
A never forgotten love has been taken in the prime of life,
A bench in a cemetery with no one else around.

The tears pour uncontrollably,
We cry, “Where have you gone?”
A voice, soft and tender floats down,
“I'm fine.”
“Where have I gone?”
“Where there is no pain, no sadness."
"A place where the cancer has healed."
A place where mistakes of the past have been forgiven,
A place where I can look down to watch and help."
"A place where only love resides,
The place?"
"Heaven, that, is where I have gone.”