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“Bill, you look amazing”, I said to him as he passed by.
He just grunted a reply, not so much from rudeness, but because he was used to sycophants; he expected everyone to say nice albeit untrue things to him always, so he was used to passing such comments off.
“No, I mean it”, I continued as a trailed behind him. “You look like a new man. You look healthy as an ox.”
Again, he could only grunt in reply; I was not getting through to him. I looked at him, I tried to look deeper than the tan. His eyes were more alert, the wrinkles gone from his face. And he had…
“Bill”, I continued, “Do you realize you have hair?” Continue reading
I took stock of the desert around us. It was as desolate as deserts are often wont to be. This barren landscape had its own bleak beauty to it. The sands were bright and reddish orange, and blown like flames up the sides of the craggy rocks that served as the only hills across this horizon. The rocks betrayed their volcanic origins, black, irregular in shape and sharp at the edge. The rock’s contrast with the salmon sands make both more pronounced, both more appealing and the whole more intriguing. Continue reading
The men were looking for me. My companion pointed to the dam and said the other side of that dam is a 300 foot fall; Dave could not have gone that way. The intruders questioned him as to the necessity of a dam, especially at that height. Did the valley below ever really fill all the way up to this level and start flooding our river? As I looked down that seemed like an improbable if not impossible circumstance indeed. Continue reading