1 800 - TIPS

"Hello, 1 800 TIPS"

"Is this the number to report suspicious activity?"

"Yes, sir, do you see any suspicious activity?"

"Yes, I'm watching it happen right now."

"Could you described this activity?"

"I'm driving on the Beltway, following a BMW. The driver is maintaining the speed limit and using his turn signal for lane changes. He even let another driver in front."

"Sir, please remain calm. We are getting a GPS fix on your cell phone and are dispatching a SWAT team immediately."

New Year's Resolution

In honor of making it to one more year, I decided to make a resolution. I will try to post at least twice a week about different aspects of writing.

These might include a little fiction, a little truth, but mostly just ramblings. One of my writing heroes, George Carlin, would call it "Brain Droppings."

I have come up with a few ideas that I will be sharing soon. Hopefully, they will entertain, beguile, amuse and cause a few people to send checks (I did say "fiction").

So, Here's to the New Year!

Bubble, Bubble, Oil and Trouble

British Petroleum has a nice shiny building in Frederick Maryland. In this building they are exploring the use of solar power. The building was long owned by a company called Solartek. BP purchased the building and is in the midst of expanding said building. I was a great supporter of their efforts in this enterprise.

I hope that the troubles that BP has put the US and the world through would energize them to be more committed to the exploration of Solar power.

The Terrorists Have Won!

Last night, I went to dinner with two friends. One was a writer friend, another a young woman who has helped me greatly over the last few years. The dinner was great, we talked about old times and great times to come. Then the discussion turned to world events.

The talked turned to the captured Taliban general. The general, apparently is being turned over to Pakistan. The young woman was happy, in that the Pakistanis would not hesitate to torture him, unlike our country.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to cry. Here was a drop dead beautiful young woman in love. Her thoughts should be on the bridesmaids colors or finding a great caterer. Instead, she was delighted that someone would be tortured.

Sigh! The war might as well be over, for the terrorists have had their way with us.