Acer rubrum To Zyzyphus jujuba Essays, Stories, Adventures, Dreams Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek My Aching Prostrate Lies Prostate Before You When the Remedial English teacher decided to find out where her new students ranked in regard to their grammar skills, proper use of words...
On the road… again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Some Things You Can Make Up People get bored quite easily. To counter that, many a youngster with an active mind tries to attract attention with their own personality traits that shout out, “I’m different….I’m not your...
On the road …again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Ali Baba And The 40 Peeves Well, doesn’t that get your goat? You have got to be kidding! Why do they do that? This doesn’t make any sense! How dare he! There are...
On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek When Mixing Metaphors Sure, we sometimes get away from our game plan and jump into the frying pan, but hey, who’s perfect? When passions run deep, we should take solace in the fact that still...
On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Electing the Winner of the Talent Contest Dear Granddaughter Roxanne, The year 2014 ushers in the rebirth of the old fashioned talent contest. Plans for the inaugural launch of the national gala later this...
I have a confession to make: I am a picky eater. Now, this will come as no surprise to those who live with me, but grownups are supposed to act, well, grown up. And one of the things grownups are not supposed to do is be picky about food. It simply...
“Do you have a compost pile?” the man on the phone asked me. I thought this was odd—a survey about composting? Buying time, I responded, “Excuse me?” The disembodied voice repeated the question, then, for clarification explained, “It’s your neighbor.” Ah, the man who lived behind the wall, next door to...
On the road …again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Why Meeza Is Soooo…Cheep First off, for those who don’t know heeza’s background, heeza is not a survivalist or a mountain man. Heeza is a pragmatist and a realist who wants to share a legacy before heeza...
On the road …again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Not All Modern Hotels Have Modern Architecture And Amenities One of the minor issues that travelers encounter when they move from city to city and hotel room to hotel room is that blissful period when they step...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Colt .44 Bandanna For Suburban Cowboys Some thoughts for stories come out of dreams, and others come while mowing the lawn. After many years of evidentiary coincidence, it is time to conclude that; for the Footloose Forester, at...
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...
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...
It is The Great Depression. It is rural Redland Township, Hempstead County, Arkansas. Crops have been planted and are coming up. They look promising. Cotton and corn. Soon word comes from the federal government of new programs of how to deal with the overabundance of crops...
On the road...again!!!Essays, Stories, Adventures, DreamsChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek A Recipe for Becoming a Writer(The Brownie Principle) Almost everyone likes brownies. Oh, there may be a few health food devotees who distain sugary sweets of any kind; but most of us relish the mouthwatering idea of...
Joyce tells us about living in Peterborough in rural South Australia as a child and the upgrading of their external 'long drop'tiolet with a 'toilet pan'. The nightcart man was responsible for regularly picking up full pans and replacing them with empty pans. One day there was a mishap in the...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Confession Of A Practical Joker The text of the following spoof was culled from the black heart of a practical joker who calls himself the Footloose Forester. He sometimes risked official displeasure with his propensity to...
The Pear “There is a pear in the blue bowl for you to take for fruit time on your kindy trip to the Zoo today,” I told my four year old son. “Just get it and wait beside the car for me while I change your baby sister.” Ken’s big solemn...
I have held many positions in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It is the largest organizations there is in the world for women. I held the position of President of the Relief Society in our ward for approximately four years from 1969 to 1972. I was just...
This probably falls under my common theme of TMI (Too much information) but it is what it is.. When I was 20, one work night my best friend Troy spent the night at my apartment. We were both getting ready in the morning and I was showering and he was making...
I've been told over the years that I evidently have no "edit button". Which is sooo not true. I find myself editing my thoughts ALL the time, but evidently not enough. I've been told I am real, crazy, too funny, impatient, open, passionate, impulsive and even inappropriate. That said, I have...
