Sitting on a park bench in Santa Fe, contemplating what is worthwhile and remembering Algiers. Flashback to a childhood encounter with a Legionaire helps bring the recent past and today into perspective. Audio Version of Algiers by James Strauss. Enjoy Text Version...
Observation. Keen patient feline observation. Not notice, interest or simply seeing. Harvey stared, his ears moving undetectably to take in all sound, the nose of his blackened gray muzzle very faintly sniffing the gentle breeze flowing down the hill not far from Bad Taffy’s residence…..
The winter storm took three days to pass and those days were anything but restful or relaxing. Bad Taffy spent the entire time running back and forth from the to inside of the house….
The hike was not a real challenge. Though it would’ve been impossible without his mom’s last gift; the special aluminum snowshoes. Thomas floated across the top of the pure white surface, even though his backpack weighed more than half as much as his own ninety pounds…….
It wasn’t my war, Not that stuff going on, Not where it is or where it was.
It’s not my war, Not now and over there, For me it was right here………..