Thursday, March 29, 2012

Miner's Pass Little Store

Miner’s Pass Little Store

Did Joel wonder if he had stepped into the “Twilight Zone” when he came into the little store? There was this woman playing space aliens with her daughter. It was December, and Miner’s Pass could be pretty boring for the child. Mostly it was the mother who wanted to play theatre; the girl would have been fine reading a book or watching TV.

Joel only wanted coffee. He was out of coffee and snow was in the forecast. Snow on Miner’s Pass could mean one to four feet easily. It’s better to stay in and not go out. The little store was barely a quarter mile from his place. They had to have coffee at that little store. Beau and Joel had a Jeep. No big deal.

This mother and daughter were funny and sweet. There were old memories and emotions. Joel would prefer to feel nothing.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Miner's Pass is Not a Sad Story

DJ, scratch that sad violin music record!

“Miner’s Pass” is not a downer. I wanted to set the stage; to show Joel’s history.

When we first meet Joel, he enters the Miner’s Pass little store. He seems just a lonely quiet man to Marty Finn.

One of my favorite things about the Hobbit books by J.R.R.Tolkien was his use of maps. This is not a Hobbit story by any stretch. I just wanted to make a map of Miner’s Pass.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Beau the Border Collie


Beau was ten months old when Joel rescued him from an animal shelter.

They had an instant mutual affection for each other. Beau knew what to do around young kids and that of course was to herd them, oh and give dog kisses. Beau loved those kids.
One day his Joel came home without them. He grieved with his master. Beau ended up saving Joel from his unbearable grief. Forcing him out into the sunlight, insisting on a game of Frisbee.

Bright, handsome, and fearless, Beau is the hero in this story.

Friday, March 2, 2012

"Far End of Blank"

by Joan Crow Cimyotte

I’m at the far end of blank today.

They said it all, it went away.

Just like a broken glass on the floor.

It’s gone. Wont hold water any more.

Give it up, let it have a rest.

Close it down. Turn it off. It’s what is best.

All the ones and zeros will bounce around all night.

The ghost in the machine says it’s all right.

Make that pledge about tomorrows plan

Let my dreams point the way and

when I open up my little MacBook

I don’t just fart around on Facebook.