Category: Thoughts Out Of Season

What Memorial Day means to me My grandfather, Charles Ross Jines entered life eternal at 9:40 PM, Fathers Day, June 19, 2005. He was born to Charles Sr. and Lillian Jines on January 21, 1916. During the Great Depression, Charles…

What an awesome day. I took Bertha down to Corona where I worked my ass off taking the old house apart. A good friend stopped to help, and we had a few good laughs about how fucked up the world…

In the coolness of the desert morning my love she calls to me, awake! awake! awake! my love, for the day is ours to see!

4:05 AM… The desert is glowing bright as day in response to Moonlight’s loving gaze, as the dry grasses rattle in rhythmic rhyme, dancing in a sort of wild celebration of the early morning air.

The moon is so bright this morning, I could pound nails in the dark without striking a finger. I just fired-up the old wood stove to help dispel the chill from the early morning desert air. It’s an old coal potbelly…

A gentle rain patters across the matted grass, as the black of night’s darkness gives way to the Dawning of the day.

5:22 am… I leave now the place of my birth, the home of my youth, and throw myself into the open arms of the World…

4:08 am… Morning air so crisp and pure, unspoiled by the harshness of the day, still moist and alive with life, outside the grip of Sun’s blazing rays. I closed my eyes just for a moment, just long enough for…