Category: Writings

  • From Cornfields to Cyberspace

    From Cornfields to Cyberspace

    If you look across the street from where my Dad’s office was on North Marion Avenue in Washington, Iowa, you will see the office building that houses the staff of The Washington Evening Journal.

  • Habamus Janitorum

    Habamus Janitorum

    It was early in the morning when Sven Svensen entered the Sistine Chapel to clean the floor.

  • Sven at Work: A Christmas Tale

    Sven bar Sven swept the wood floors of Bethlehem’s Hanukah Inn, trying to keep pace with the flood of people who had returned to their hometown for the Census.

  • Big D

    Big D was the nephew of one of the founders of a company I worked for in the Sacramento area. He had just graduated with a BSEE from Texas A & M and, like a typical 22 year-old Aggie he knew everything about everything, or so he thought. He may have understood a little something…

  • The Sand Sailer

    The Sand Sailer

    The autumn had been long and dry. The winds had rushed in from the South, parching the only arable land, leaving a scant harvest. But it would do. The food would last until early summer; and, with a little extra work in the spring, they would survive.

  • English 113X

    English 113X

    . . . Mr. Tweedledum? Here. Ms. Verbose? Here. Mr. Zeus? Here.

  • When He Was Young

    When He Was Young

    When he was young,He’d dreamOf fair ones fewWith far felt mindsAnd locks of sunlight’s dew.