There’s a man that no man knows. They don’t know where he lives. They know nothing about his life. They have no idea what he does. All they know is they know nothing about this man. One day in the big cafe in the small town near the corner by the old post office the…
Two boys I know. Both friends. One I have known for over 40 years and the other for 38 years. Both boys were best friends most of their lives. They would do everything together. When aged five they had their first shared birthday. At the age of ten the went to each others birthdays and…
IinsanityProfanity An Insane Moment in an Insane World It’s an insane world that supports insane ideas. Actually -its profanity. Take a moment from this day, this day as in this morning just a few hours before I sit here to write to you. There is a street near here in a town near here. On…
Everyone is going somewhere but is anyone going anywhere? We are a world trying to ESCAPE, a world on the move. Just look at Syria alone, well over TWO MILLION people just like you but they are running to escape from the repeatists pattern of WAR, escaping for their lives and the destruction left in the tracks…
Free Thinking Prisoners As I walked along the street of Manchester I eventually passed the office of SCIENTOLOGY on Deansgate just close to the city center. The closer I got the louder the noise became. The noise was coming from a group of around 20 individuals that had placards, notices, flyers and boards saying all…
Stalin ended his life with a reputation of being a brutal despot that killed, destroyed and over lorded his people. A man that wanted to start again from ground zero and that meant certain death for a lot of people. That’s me above at his – Stalin’s – museum just last week in Gori, Georgia.…
Babushka Anna This is a story about love and how that love made a crippling disability vanish. It involves 85 years old babushka Anna who lives next door to our home in Tbilisi, Georgia. Anna is less than five foot in height. She hasn’t left her home now for maybe five years, and her home…
Tears of a Mother What does it take? What would it take? What did it take? My son, my boy, my child My tears are rivers of loss My heart broken shattered lost and bound in a darkness so deep recovery will evade me till my last breath I can hardly breath my lungs are…
Once there was a gentle, happy-go-lucky man from a village somewhere in the heart of England. The village was typically English – small, green, personal and even had a pub called the Farmers Arms and a pond called the Millers Pond and a post office and a baker right in the center of the village.…
