Submitted by Lew Pitcher on April 7, 2013 - 16:40
Melody In Black
Chapter 1
I sit alone in the shadows. A table reserved for one, where the light is subdued and the music insistent, obscuring my business without meddling with it. A waitress, young and sleek, slides by every so often, looking over but never approaching unless I beckon. I sit with my back to the wall, my glass off to one side, not far from my right hand, but not so close as to deliberately invite a sip of the 30 year old Speyside single malt Scotch that patiently waits within it.
Submitted by Lew Pitcher on April 2, 2013 - 14:45
I've had a bit of experience in planning a vacation for an extended family, and let me tell you, it takes a lot of co-ordination and discussion.
So, when the subject came up about planning a vacation for Terry's extended family (son & daughter, father, brothers & sisters & their spouses, nieces & nephews, significant others), I stepped away from the task. Mostly.
Submitted by Lew Pitcher on March 24, 2013 - 11:02
My cousin Christian Pitcher got married last night
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Submitted by Lew Pitcher on March 14, 2013 - 20:27
Submitted by Lew Pitcher on December 29, 2012 - 18:42
Submitted by Lew Pitcher on December 29, 2012 - 10:58
Recently, I had a conversation with someone I know well. It seems that he intends to run for public office; he thinks that he can do a better job of "running" his town than the incumbent mayor. I applaud his aspirations - we need people with ambition in government, people who question the existing order of things.
Submitted by Lew Pitcher on December 25, 2012 - 11:48
Submitted by Lew Pitcher on December 23, 2012 - 21:00
Another year has passed, and I again find myself writing a summary of my life so far. This year has had both it's good and it's bad events, and I gladly bid it adieu.
Submitted by Lew Pitcher on December 20, 2012 - 10:36
My mother, Joan Pitcher, passed away quietly last night (Dec 19, 2012) at 11PM EST.
Submitted by Lew Pitcher on September 20, 2012 - 18:01
It's funny how we measure time. For short intervals, we use a clock, for longer intervals, we use a calendar. But, for life events, we use other things.
When we are very young, we measure in "sleeps"; how many times do we have to go to bed between events.
As we get older, we measure in "birthdays". Each passing year is recorded as an achievement, and our age becomes a badge of honour.
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