Cole Parker

I wish you'd write more, Gee. I love your writing!. Thanks for the kind words! C

I did consciously try to maintain a rapid pace with this one. Glad it seems to have worked. Thanks, guys. I appreciate the kudos. C

Some people have more balls than others. And then there are those who don't mind putting them on display. 😄

I know! See through mesh shorts of some sort.

Are we talking boxers, boxer briefs, or briefs? Trying to get a clear picture of this.

A surgeon goes to visit his patient after her operation, and he asks her how she is feeling. “I’m feeling fine” she replies. “Well have you any questions you would like me to answer?” he asks. “There is one thing” she whispers with a red face, “When will I be able to resume my sex life?” The surgeon is taken aback and thinks for a moment, but then says “I'm not sure; I've never been asked that before, after a tonsillectomy”.

So, so good having you back and active on the site, Mike. You've been sorely missed! Hope your course runs smooth and productively now that you're settled. C

Thanks, James. And if anyone is wondering, though that's a pretentious thought, why I announced a new AD story which has yet to appear, look for it in two days. It should go up then. C

Well, I wrote six paragraphs. Evidently the only one meaningful to you was the 6th. Plenty to say, just had lost my inspiration by the time I came to the 6th and leggy one.

So many things have changed since I was a teen in the '50s. So many gasoline stations we had then no longer exist—nor do many of the brands of cars that filled up at them. When the franchise stared, McDo0nald's sold $0. 25 hamburgers. I think fries cost a dime, but I could be wrong about that. Back then there were ubiquitous pay phones; you have to hunt long and hard to find one today. I have no idea how many coins you'd have to put in one now; for sure not the dime per call as was needed back then . Kids walked to school back then. Now, social media has made that almost a sin. It's apparent that nowadays there's a pedophile hiding behind every bush between every nine-year-old's house and school building. In 1960, two-thirds of American adults attended church regularly. Today, it's less that one-third. Maybe people got tired of hearing how sinful they were. There have been so many changes that it's difficult to note them all. It would be interesting to know, however, when culling the list, if more changes were good or bad, or if there were some good and some bad elements in most of them.. Sorry, but I have nothing to say about hairy legs. C

But . . . ?

I apologize, but I have another novel, a short one, about to appear. It might not sit well with you guys; it's nothing like my usual fare. But one does what one does. In any event, I like it. It's title? The Courier.

Ambiguity is the soul of wit.

We could all use a skilled boy. And I wish we'd have a bit more vigor here. This used to be such a lively place. Could be again if people would get off their duffs. Maybe that's another place a skilled boy could come into play.

Ah, to be young, and your whole life lies before you, and your worries yet unknown. Hard to see how a college education comes into the picture. C

Old people are better at remembering than doing. C

Incredible life you've lived, Jason. They could make a movie of it, but an MA rating doesn't seem high enough. Great entry to your blogs. C

That's how I write: I get the words on paper, but then comes the work of refining, tweaking, adding, changing and beautifying. The final draft is rarely much like the first one. It's in the rewrite that both work and skill, if any, come together. If they do, you have a good story. If they don't? Well, that's what that upper left Recycle Bin is for. I'm like you, I think. I'm writing less now, but perhaps better. I hope so at least. You keep saying how poor a writer you are. Balderdash! You're well up there among the best. Always have been. C

Jason: A new restaurant! Exciting! Is it a full-menu restaurant or another hot wings place? I never heard how successful that was. Is that still running? You must have had a lot of time on your hands to write that much this years. C

Once upon a time, there was a happy little fly buzzing around a barn when she happened upon a large pile of fresh cow manure. Since it had been hours since her last meal and she was feeling hunger pangs, she flew down to the irresistible delicacy and began to pig out. She ate and ate and then she ate some more. Finally, she decided she'd had plenty. She washed her face with her tiny front legs, belched a few times, then attempted to fly away. But alas… she had eaten far too much and could not get off the ground. Wondering what to do about this unpleasant situation, she looked around and spotted a pitchfork leaning upright against the barn wall. She'd found a solution! She realized if she could just climb up that handle and jump off to become airborne she'd be able to fly again. So, she painstakingly climbed to the top of the handle. Once there, she took a deep breath, spread her tiny wings, and leaped confidently into the air. She dropped like a rock and splattered all over the floor. Dead fly. What’s the moral of this sad story? "Never fly off the handle when you know you're full of shit."

Wow! You have to wonder how much of that is scripted and how much is ad lib nonsense. You also have to wonder just how high Seven's IQ is. C

That indeed is beautiful! C

With unlimited time, all that's mentioned would be possible. As you'll see when you continue reading, dawdling wasn't an option. C

Me too!

Good to hear from you at all! Good to hear you're fighting the good fight. We're all pulling for you!! C