November To Remember

Hello Grafted In Reader,


Note:  Story Snippet at the end of this post if interested!


Today is November 18, 2024 in my corner of blog-land.

Thanksgiving in the USA occurs in ten days; my mother passed away some years ago on November 22nd; former USA President, John Kennedy, assassinated on another November 22nd.

Another Presidential and local state election occurred in early November; results somewhat satisfying for this citizen.


I left Facebook before November, but have been doing more writing and taking more actions to improve and expand my writing craft. I do miss the 'online socialization' FB provided. However, posts on Reddit and exploring Mastodon are future endeavors to be carried out.


What is November to you?


One thing seems certain, It's a month of change here. November could be March in Reverse, weather-wise.


I want to conclude with a story snippet that was a writing exercise from a group I belong too.


The title is, Post Cards: Wishing You Were Here

and mine features a few short vignettes imagining 'someone' at each event but wasn't. Do enjoy.


PostCards

 

Christmas Day

You were thought of by the three of us as we drove 2-hours to Frankenmuth Michigan, (little Bavaria). The fried chicken dinner with trimmings, and slides at the indoor water-park provided some sense of relief. Wishing you could have been here, but you made other choices.

 

Niagra Falls

I sit on a bench in what is known as the oldest state park in the USA; established in 1885. Birds overhead, squirrles scurry about, gentle breeze blows across my forearms. Your choice makes for a very different day. Stupid choice!

 

Pike Peak

The train ride rickety as we descended to the top of Pike Peak near Manitou, Springs, Col. A headache tablet taken to cope with altitude. Missed you again, cyber-pal, while looking over top the peak. Hold hands, feel skin touch.  Enjoy the sunny day, the view, the immediate and distant. Again, wishing you were here.  

 

Comerica Park, Detroit

A modern major league baseball park is the picture, and I recall the time you got a player to autograph a baseball. Smooth move, I mused. Now, you face a full count in life. Your next choice will either make - break you. Numb from wishing you were here.

 

End

 

May the Holy One be present with us today and tomorrow!


Mellow Rock,

David C. Russell

 

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