“ SAVE THE LAKE! ” That was the battle cry of Sommers and his unusual group of friends as they struggled to preserve the natural beauty and retain the quiet comforts of life on Lake Victoria. But, with time running out, would they be able to overcome forces of nature, crooked cops, greedy politicians, and violent gangsters? Hey, I wrote a book. It's a fictional yarn called " Uncommon Ground ." The book has recently gone to print. Writing a novel has been on my bucket list for several years; the past year of strange new normalcy afforded me some time to finally sink my teeth into this emotionally satisfying project. As a result, I spent many early-morning hours writing down in our basement, the dungeon, as I like to call it. I can't explain why my most productive writing took place pre-dawn. I dedicated an hour or two each day to writing and re-writing with my socially distanced parents, Terry and Lynae, providing creative suggestions and proofreading services. So wh...
" I believe that all roads lead to the same place - and that is wherever all roads lead to." - Willie Nelson Is today Saturday or Sunday? I woke up this morning at my usual time of five o’clock. Checking my look in the mirror, apparently, a clowder of feral cats used my face as a scratching post sometime in the middle of the night. When did I become old and worn? I felt light-headed and broke out in a cold sweat. Thinking about the previous few days of travel, my fear was, even after all of my precautions, I had contracted COVID-19. This was too much to deal with at this early hour. Clearly, I was overreacting. I flopped back in bed and let the ceiling fan cool my thoughts and my skin. I couldn’t sleep as my mind was reviewing the thirty-six hundred miles traveled over the past three days. If you are an over-the-road truck driver of someone who travels for a living, I have a deeper appreciation for what you do. My step-son, Billy, a junior at Arizona State University, needed...