Old Man's Blog

Feb 19 | Chapter 63 Easter


Feb 19 | Chapter 62 Postmortem


Feb 19 | Chapter 61 Alpha_Drover Redux


Feb 11 | How I Do This

The following is an interview with a locum tenens company. I "fill the place" for other docs.It gives me the freedom to do medical missions and the opportunity to write:




Feb 19 | Excerpt From "Exiles' Escape"

The Scorch, once eastern Tennessee

Late Morning, April 2129

Jesse walked on. It had taken him two days to get here after dropping off Xavier Delarosa’s corpse in Lexington. He purchased the cryo-casket and laid him in it himself for transport to Saint Louis. He would have liked to have taken him back home himself, but he had to get some information. The Sage-Men, long-lived and observant, might help. “Speaker, I bring a gift for you,” Jesse shouted, hoisting the huge bear haunch off his skin-clad shoulder and waving it to increase its olfactory and visual signal. Near noon now, the bloody meat had attracted its share of insect admirers adding their buzz. The day was getting warm. Advancing another ten yards, the old man...

Feb 09 | Finally: Book 2 Has Escaped From Captivity!!


The current politically correct trope of schooling is that the children are mindless dupes, all easily fooled into a crowd of gornless sheep to be lead about at will.The concept of the sheep having different ideas is not one the shepherd entertains.

Peace and passivity are what is most highly valued in a society of sheep and shepherds.

Chandler introduces a new concept: JUSTICE.

The blatant disregard for who is the aggressor and who the victim is an awful prelude to life in the open range of American life. Children should have at least experienced justice in the sheltered environs of the school where they are supposed to be taught so much else.

This slim volume introduces the just and unjust ways of modern education in telling vignettes...

Nov 25 | Everyone Owes God A Good Death

This phrase is echoed throughout book two.

It is little changed of course from Shakespeare’s Feeble

“By my troth, I care not. A man can die but once. We owe God a death.” in Henry IV, part 2.

It suggests a certain stalwart fortitude which is seemly before the battle that Feeble expects in the morning, going on to say that a death on the morrow should get him good accommodations in the next world.

I mean something different.

We human beings have this being from outside this world, outside this cosmos. We are created things, not randomly spliced together. If we are merely random then our deaths and lives are meaningless and you would not be bothered to read these words...

Nov 16 | Murky Link

Nov 06 | Free Read Chapter 21 Outland Exile


Free Read: Chap 17 Outland Exile


Oct 30 | Chapter 16 Sleeping With The Enemy


Oct 25 | Free Read; Chapter 15, Outland Exile, Jesse Johnstone