Monday, October 5, 2026

Time Sensitive

Lyndon has always been reliable. It’s important, that’s what he would say. Being reliable meant you were also trustworthy and industrious. With a name like Lyndon, it’s hard not to have these qualities. Most of the time he felt good about how others saw him. 

There we’re a few times he felt like an outsider. Truthfully, it was more than a few times.

Lyndon wasn’t an outgoing person and was happy to play the solitary role. He admired those who were the life of the party and wished he had a switch that could be flipped to turn himself into someone with a magnetic personality. Lyndon didn’t want a permanent change just a temporary one when he was in the mood to spice things up. This was a crazy thought but he couldn’t get it out of his head.

Would a different name change his personality? Lyndon searched many alternative names

finally settling on Lance, which seemed to be a name that evoked an adventurous nature. With a name change he couldn’t continue with his life as he had. Lance had to create a new life, so he joined a new gym and a travel club using his new name. It was easy at first. Lance would introduce himself as a new resident to the city. No one questioned his story. Changing his personality could be more difficult. Understanding that, Lance signed up for an acting class. This could help him take on a personality that was completely opposite of Lyndon’s.


He needed a new job title, something more exciting than corporate accountant. So, 

Lance became an importer/exporter of exotic goods. That’s all he needed, three little changes to validate Lance, the new-improved Lyndon. These weren’t lies, just the necessary back story to support his alternate life. 

It started out innocently in that Lyndon just wanted a little excitement in his life. Some

attention that he didn’t normally get. The first few months were exciting. Everything was going great. Lance became active in the new groups, it was only once or twice a month. Then, as the months passed, he became bolder, wanting more attention, and didn’t seem to shy away from exaggerating his back story. 

Then Grace showed up, clearly out of Lyndon’s league, but he was Lance. Grace worked

as an AI Intelligence Specialist which was so much cooler than Lyndon’s job or Lance’s fake job.

To impress her, his story got bigger. The back story now was all lies. He knew it wasn’t right, but

he liked this new life and didn’t want to lose it. The more lies he told, the easier lies became the

new truth.

Grace and Lance spent a lot of time together. Lance was only a character Lyndon was

playing. Spending less and less time as Lyndon seemed to make his real personality melt away.

The switch from Lyndon to Lance became easy, switching back had become increasingly

difficult.

Grace not only had an adventurous side, which is what attracted Lance to her. She

also had a dark side and wanted things that Lyndon couldn’t give her. However, Lance would do

anything to win her praises. Her dark side was intertwined with her adventurous side. At first it

was a few drugs. They’d take some to make things more exciting, then it was shoplifting. She

liked the danger and the risk of getting caught. She had the money to buy whatever she wanted,

but there was no excitement buying it. She liked elaborate meals and enjoyed eating out, but

what she enjoyed more was skipping out on the check. 

Lance loved her adventurous side and ignored her dark side. Grace would ask for favors

and Lance was happy to comply. He never questioned her because he didn’t want to disappoint

her. Each request challenged him. The last favor really wasn’t a favor as much as an order,

one that had a time limit. Lance was under her spell and she was in control. 

Grace played the pity card when she asked him to help her retrieve some stolen property

from her ex-fiancĂ©, Shaun. She used her AI skills to set the retrieval in motion. It all seemed too

easy and justified. Lance knew his participation would enhance his relationship with Grace.

He quickly offered his help.

The plan was to break into Shaun’s house while he was out of town, remove two

valuable and sentimental paintings, then leave immediately before the silent alarm was

activated. The art was given to Grace by her father for safe keeping. She never recovered the

paintings once she moved out. Lance would have only three minutes before a silent alarm was

activated. Grace would work behind the scenes to get the entry code and combination to the safe.

She knew the paintings were in the house. They could be in any one of three locations: the living

room, Shaun’s office, more likely the huge gun safe in his cigar room. Shaun was cautious,

so, it was likely he would move the paintings to the safe when traveling for a business trip. He

was known to change the combination every Monday so it would be Grace’s job to run the AI

program and provide Lance with the new combination.

This story should have raised his suspicions, but Lance was mesmerized whenever Grace

was around. She assured Lance this retrieval wouldn’t take long, and it was a justifiable act,

returning property to its rightful owner. Nevertheless, she gave him a gun telling him it was for

his protection. This scared the hell out of Lance because it increased his level of intensity to a

new high. Lyndon wanted to reject the idea of carrying a gun, but Lance couldn’t refuse her 

request.

Enough! No more! Lance was done after retrieving the paintings. He hadn’t told Grace 

anything about his decision. He would take care of this last request then return to his old, boring

but safe life.

Tonight was it. Grace assured him everything was taken care of, no loose ends to cause 

any issues. Lance entered Shaun’s house using the code Grace provided. A good start. He made

his way to the first two locations but found no paintings. Lance then knew, they had to be in the

safe. Grace text him the combination. Shaun had installed internal alarms throughout the house

that Grace was unaware of. These had a shorter activation time. When he entered the room with

the safe, Lance heard a suspicious click. He checked his watch. There was exactly one minute

forty-five seconds left to retrieve the paintings and leave the house. Knowing that guided him

quickly to the safe. Once the code was punched in, the safe opened as Grace had promised.

His watch showed there were fifty seconds left. Lance hustled downstairs and tripped on the

carpet. He was in the process of picking up the artwork when someone said, “Drop the

paintings and put your hands up.” 

He didn’t do that. Instead, he dropped the paintings and without thinking pulled the

trigger on his gun. The officer went down. Lance didn’t mean to shoot. He never had any firearm

training, but he was unlucky enough to fatally injure the police officer. He immediately threw the

gun to the floor. Two more officers entered and took him into custody. 

He never spoke to Grace again.

Lyndon was tried and convicted while Grace never went to trial. The lies Lance told to

get close to Grace were nothing compared to the lies Grace told to convince others of her 

innocence.  

Lance lived in a concrete box and called himself Lyndon. Thirty years to life was a fair

punishment for his crime. He was ashamed of his actions as Lance but equally ashamed of

Lyndon’s response to Grace’s request. He mourned the past while he worked to change the

future. Grace lived a luxurious life on a yacht sailing the Mediterranean. Lyndon lived in a

6’ by 8’ cell planning his life after prison. Grace had an extensive art collection that she acquired

over the years from her many affairs. Lyndon had quotes pasted on his cell wall to remind him of

a life that could have been. Her story varied slightly with each mark, however all resembled the

first one with Lance. She left a trail of broken men on the path to achieve her sinister dreams.

After twenty-four years, Lance was paroled. The only question to answer, does Lyndon

take the first steps to rebuild his life or does Lance retaliate for a lost life?                                      

 

Wednesday, July 22, 2026

Life without Regret

Life is full

Of twists and turns

Choices are many

Mistakes will happen

 

Do your best

Create your life

Know yourself 

Believe without judgment

 

Don’t hurt others

Or yourself

Live your fullest

Don’t envy

 

Be the truth

Shine your light

Someone needs it

No regrets required

Monday, June 8, 2026

Struggles


Every step takes thought

A well made plan

No random moves

To get to the destination 


To others

It may seem easy

But your struggles

Are not theirs


Our missed steps though many

Will not define our future

Life gives us chances

To reset our path


The past is over

The future rushes toward you

Remember the past 

But live for the future


You are not the past

Or the future

You are the present

Enjoy it now



Friday, May 1, 2026

Half of a Banana

A habit

Our routine

We split things

Divide and share


Half a sandwich

Half a soda

Half a chocolate bar

Half a banana


Separate people

Separate lives

Separate interest

Separate thoughts


Sharing goals

Sharing wins

Sharing losses

Sharing expectations


We enjoy different things 

The same things

Two separate minds

Choosing the same life


Our lives are separate 

But bound together

When one passes

What happens to half of the banana 




Thursday, April 9, 2026

Next


It’s all about perspective. Many things can be annoying, but if you look at them differently they can be humorous.  The world and people in it are complicated so it’s easy to get annoyed by any number of situations. Just say ‘No’ I’m going to turn this into a funny moment. Look for the humor. It’s out there, just waiting to be noticed. 

When you start a job you get training, which is valuable but sometimes it also strips away your common sense. At least that’s what it seems like to the casual observer. Here’s a short story about an encounter I recently had at the deli. As always, I took the opportunity to exaggerate it to make it more interesting.


                                                                                  Next

  

I was at Schnucks grocery store the other day. I went to the deli while Mimi roamed around the store looking for other items. I stood at the counter and grabbed a number, even though no one else was waiting, because you never know if someone with stealth qualities would sneak up and take a ticket before you.

     A butcher, or more accurately a deli guy, walked up. He casually looked around but didn’t speak, so I said. “I have number 5.”    He went over to the right to view the ticket counter and said “3”. No response, of course there was no response. . . I was the only one there. He continued his futile plight to find number 3. Speaking louder he said “3.” Again, no response. He tried a third time “3.” Still no response.

     Once again he walked back to the ticket counter and tapped it. I thought he’s done with 3. I felt confident that I would be next as anyone could see I was the only one there. 

     He spoke with authority “4.” No one answered. Was 4 missing also? Again, he said “4.” I waited for someone to miraculously appear before me, but it didn’t happen. A third time 4 was requested with no response. The deli guy moved over to the ticket counter and tapped it. He then looked around and said “f..” when he was interrupted by a lady who seemed to appear out of nowhere. She stood next to me holding a ticket, “I’m 3.” 

     The deli guy nodded and asked her, “How can I help you?” 

     I shook my head and wondered, “Where in the God’s green earth did you come from?” My eyes started to water. “Wait! Why are we back at 3? Will he call 4 again?” My head swiveled looking for someone holding ticket 4 but saw no one. I could be in an alternate universe invisible to others. That was my only explanation.

     She pulled out her list and proceeded to read, “One pound of smoked ham, shaved, two pounds of mesquite turkey, shaved, two pounds of prime roast beef, thin but not shaved, four slices of horseradish cheddar and two slices of bologna. I’ll wait. Oh! Can I taste the ham and turkey before you cut them?” 

     My shoulders drooped. I threw my number 5 on the counter and walked away. When I caught up with Mimi, I told her. “I heard deli meat wasn’t good for you. Let’s skip it today.”

     About ten minutes later I went to get some sourdough bread which is located next to the deli I heard the deli guy say, “5.” He held up his hand and repeated “5.” 

     I laughed and turned to walk away when I heard a customer say, “I have 7.” All I could think was “Good luck buddy.”

Thursday, April 2, 2026

Friends Collected Along the Way

It’s hard to notice when you’re young, but life moves fast. Just ask an older person about their youth. They will answer as if it was yesterday, because to them that’s what it seems like. After many miles down the road, memories keep things fresh. Youth was long ago, but the visions are of yesterday. Experiences, mistakes, challenges, successes, failures and friends, for me most of all friends. 

     I am a collector, like many others it’s a way to hold on to the past. It’s not things that I find important, but people and the memories of our experiences. Many people have crossed your path when you’ve lived into your 70’s, some close, some casual, but all important in different ways. 

     Throughout life friends and acquaintances have had an impact on our life leaving us with lessons learned, good and bad, but valuable none the less. The most valuable for me is that life without friends is hollow. Everyone needs friends, even Tom Hanks character in Cast Away chose a volleyball and called him Wilson. I keep the memories of my friends close to my heart. 

     Some friends you see often, some rarely, and others are just a faint memory, but all have impacted your life. People may call me lucky because I have friends from school, work, hobbies and clubs. Frequency of our visits varies, but each time we meet conversation picks up where we left off, almost like no time has past. Life changes but friendships anchor us to the past. 

     Other people may disagree saying they’ve had enough of others and would prefer living on a island away from everyone. All I can say is ‘you do you’ but for me I like the interaction with people. Of all the things I’ve collected over the years the most valuable are people and the stories they share. Sure, it’s a nice feeling to buy a new car, gadget or a fancy collectible but the joy is fleeting compared to the friends you’ve collected over the years. “Just Saying . . .”

Monday, March 30, 2026

Lessons Learned

As we grow from a young child to an adult, we have many experiences. These are teaching moments which help develop our character and habits. Sometimes the methods used are softened because to some the old method seemed harsh. But my question is have we gone too far. Isn’t it important that kids need to learn some of the harshness of life in order to navigate through it. A person who has experienced difficulty  has a toughness that will help them be better equipped to deal with life problems and come out stronger on the other side.

     My wife, Mimi, has always said the worst decision made was giving everyone a trophy. A participation trophy for just showing up, not for the effort you make. In real life there are no trophy’s for participation. You’re hired for a job or task and you’re expected to show up and contribute. That’s the way it is, but expectations of younger people judge this as unfair. They want acknowledgement for participating, because that’s what we taught them. All through their life they received a trophy for being on the team without any consideration for the effort they put in, so why would they expect anything different when they join the real world. 

     We have taught our kids to be entitled by giving them a trophy without making the effort. This started a long time ago, but everyone doesn’t deserve a trophy  The first participation trophy started in 1922 but it didn’t become a standard until the 1990’s. So in the 90’s we started handing out trophy’s to every kid who was on a sports team not matter what. Our job is to teach our kids to strive for their best effort, even if they aren’t the most talented. When everyone gets a trophy this becomes much more difficult. 

     Do your kid a favor and reward them for their effort, but know that a reward requires effort not just participation. “Just Saying . . .”