On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Sleeping In Graveyards (On A Visit to See George Stidworthy—American Rifleman) A Footloose Forester who wanted to be… On the road….again! ...by choice, very often elected his own adventures. So it was that he decided that he...
On the road …again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Seek …And Ye Shall Find One of the things that slows us down as writers is our inability to immediately think of the right word to use in a planned zinger campaign. More constraining...
On the road… again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek We May Never Meet Again Older folks tend to look back in time more often than youngsters do. The older we become, the more time we have to devote to our private thoughts and the nostalgia that...
On the road… again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Florida Gators vs. the Florida gators When he was a Grad Student at the University of Florida, the Footloose Forester witnessed the sudden development and equally sudden departure of a bizarre fad that...
On the road… again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Hand-Me-Downs Once in a while, we hear a remark that is intended as an insult about how another person is dressed. Wild polka-dot pants or flaming Hawaiian shirts are worn as fashion statements by males who...
On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Third World Footnotes You Might Be Middle Class If… You Might...
Novices, Ghost Writers, Editors, and Publishers Most, if not all, would-be writers are diffident about some aspect of their craft. Even world renowned novelists of the past had their private misgivings about writing well; or even being able to write at all. Writer’s block is a condition that involves...
DEDICATION TREES This tree is dedicated to: Jaelyn Hunt When I was born, the other baby trees in the nursery were much bigger than me; much cuter, too. But they were fun to be around and we all got along. After all, we are from the...
NOBODY LIKES A CRITIC By Dick Pellek FOREWORD The Mice once called a meeting to decide on a plan to free themselves of their enemy, the Cat. Something had to be done, for they lived in such constant fear of her claws that they hardly dared stir...
On the road… again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Who Manages The Managers? The chronicles and personal stories of the Footloose Forester, up to this point, purposely avoided episodes that were critical of others, accusatory, or those that cast aspersions. Although everyone has...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Regrets “To thine own self be true” is a dictum that has survived as a lesson in character building since biblical times. In being honest with oneself, most of us would admit to having a few regrets. ...
On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Sunshine Makes Me Happy The Zugspitze, the tallest mountain in the Bavarian Alps was exciting to see and exciting to climb. Warm sunny weather helped a lot and remains as one of the fondest of...
On the road… again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek A Very Strange Bird Is The Pelican Having a short name with only 6 letters didn’t limit the number of ways his family name was mispronounced or misspelled. In junk mail, in particular, it showed up as...
On the road …again!!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Under the WiliWili Tree Starting just as soon as it gets light, you can see one or two people stooping over to pick something up from the grass under the WiliWili Tree. Local residents, tourists, and visitors...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Anecdotes About Flying- Part II The Terminals and the Tarmac With more than 700 flights under his belt, the Footloose Forester didn’t need to think too hard about some of the quirks of flying. The airport grounds,...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Anecdotes About Flying Part I – Booking and Boarding Bits and pieces, flashes of the past, a jogged memory or two….all amount to mere snippets of a story. So, instead of one continuous story, this chronicle...
Quinn’s Hill Mrs. Anna Quinn was old and frail. We youngsters who lived on Church Street in Netcong, New Jersey remember her as tiny and wrinkled; and she walked slowly and deliberately. Maybe she was 85, maybe 90. But she was a sweetheart. She was always kind and...
Tale of Discovery Arial fonts are neat and tidy, like me; at the tender size of 28, or 26, on Heading 2; Heading 3 is still bold and brash but.... but when you change the font to A stodgy old Courier New in Size 18-- it doesn't seem stylish...
Five Principles To Live By 1. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. This is the modern language version of the biblical dictum: Love thy neighbor as you love thyself. We are a human family and our neighbors live close-by; and in other lands....
On the road …again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Affinity With Tigers Blame it on his favorite uncle. As a youngster in short pants, the Footloose Forester sometimes heard his mother refer to her younger brother as Tiger; and in reality, her brother Elmer carried the...
