Tag: writing
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How Not to Impress A Girl
I rowed us back, but when we got there, we were not back where we started! Somehow, I rowed us into the the wrong cove! What had I done? I was lost, but how? Was I so twitterpated by a pretty face that I lost my sense of direction? I turned the boat around and…
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A Horse is a . . .
Sadly, in the rush to modernization, many of the old country manors and hacienda houses were also demolished. These houses and outbuildings had been built in colonial days. Though constructed with adobe, sun dried mud blocks, they had stood proudly for 200 years or more. Another phenomenon of those days was the burgeoning secondhand trade,…
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The Terrible Tempest
Two hours later, the second blast stormed out of the gray void and stomped across the watery expanse of Lake Monroe. The usually placid surface of the lake was churned into a disapproving sea of waves and whitecaps. Meeting no resistance, the tempest lunged towards shore with savage abandonment. Its breath reeked of destruction. Abrupt…
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On The Road Again
They were a good-natured group on men, laughing, and joking with each other, and throwing insults at the highlanders walking along the road! There was a bit of prejudice and sometimes not so friendly rivalry between lowlanders, those who were there first, and highlanders. The latter were migrating into the jungle by the thousands, leaving…
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Homeward Bound
It was noon when we arrived, and Wally Pouncy already had a meal prepared for us. After eating, we dismantled the camp, loaded our gear into the trailer and headed for the sawmill. Wally was driving and when we got to the river, he eased it down the bank and into the water. As it…
Writings By Phil 