To Live Forever – Part 3

To Live Forever – Part 3

…the final segment of a story written for my high school newspaper in 1983. By rights, I should wait to post this ’til Christmas, considering the theme, but I’m sure y’all would rather see a photo of me at Christmas with a wreath, or a herd of reindeer on my head.

In case you missed it… To Live Forever: Part 1
In case you missed it… To Live Forever: Part 2

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huskyprint-Dec1983It was Christmas Eve.

The nurses hung the long banner high up on the wall. It read “Merry Christmas”. The year was 1983.

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I Don’t Care HOW “May” It Is – Today Came Right Out of October…

I Don’t Care HOW “May” It Is – Today Came Right Out of October…

Brrrr! Photo copyright Les Becker Taken May 24, 2011 with Nokia N97 Smartphone

Brrrr!
Photo © Les Becker
Taken May 24, 2011 with Nokia N97 Smartphone

No word of a lie – I keep expecting to see Trick-or-Treaters outside. It’s F-ing cold.

I can deal quite gracefully with warm weather in January, but when you start messing with a Northerner’s perception of “summer”, well… now you know why Canadians drink.

Random Song-for-the-Day: “Ordinary World” – Duran Duran

She’s Still a Camera Hog…

She’s Still a Camera Hog…

Half a Kitty © Les Becker, April 25, 2001 Taken with Nokia N97 Smartphone

Half a Kitty
© Les Becker, April 25, 2001
Taken with Nokia N97 Smartphone

If Patchouli sees a camera, she will pose for as long as you will sit there and take shots.

Every now and again, I’ll get a really nice one like this – sometimes I can catch her in a “candid” moment, but those are rare – Patchouli really is a Prima Donna when it comes to photos.

Random Song-for-the-Day: “A sorta Fairy Tale” – Pablo Garcia

To Live Forever – Part 2

To Live Forever – Part 2

… the continuation of a short story in three parts, originally published in my high school newspaper, The Husky Print, in 1983.

In case you missed it… To Live Forever: Part One

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huskyprint-Nov1983For the first time in his twenty-one years, death had touched Cecil Walters’ life. He didn’t know how to take it; he was frightened, but he didn’t know why. Everyone who knew him noticed the change. He didn’t wave on the street and he didn’t smile. All Cecil could do was think about Gerry and the way he had died.

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