From past to present, a toy in the life of man.

A little write up about one of my favorite houses nearby.

Truck Without Pollution.

Yes I did try to drive my truck off of a bridge to kill myself.

Prose about death really, and the affects it has on those you leave behind.

Original Poem 2005
Describes an event in my life that occurred in the year 2005.

What happened to the shit thing of old? With the phylogenesis of the automobile and the truck, the "freighters" (Wagon wagons) of Santa Fe and Oregon travel life, pulled by teams of oxen and urged on by the order whackers, evolved into today’s eighteen wheelers.

How good fun turns from party to problem.

Lorry woe.

Poem remembering waiting for icecream truck.