Dad’s 211

Jon krakauer said, “I’m intrigued by fanatics – people who are seduced by the promise, or the illusion, of the absolute.”   The prompt:  Write about fans.    We met Dad halfway between the parking lot and the high school football field.  Greg and I were home from college for the weekend. When Dad saw …

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Day 210

I promise to get back into regular writing soon! I'm mid-overhaul on my 5th edition D&D character creator (yeeeeesh) and will hopefully finish up in the next couple days, after which you'll get an update from the end of Ch 1 of the campaign. In the meantime, I gave a speech today about descriptive storytelling …

Dad’s 210

Jon krakauer said, “I’m intrigued by fanatics – people who are seduced by the promise, or the illusion, of the absolute.”   The prompt:  Write about fans.  “The game is on television,” I told my father.  He was in the basement, seated in front of a work bench on which a tv sat, it’s back …

Dad’s 209

Jon krakauer said, “I’m intrigued by fanatics – people who are seduced by the promise, or the illusion, of the absolute.”   The prompt:  Write about fans.   Before the Braves came to Milwaukee in 1953, most baseball fans in Darlington, Wisconsin, followed the Chicago Cubs.  The nearest National League team other than Cubs was …

Dad’s 206

Jon krakauer said, “I’m intrigued by fanatics – people who are seduced by the promise, or the illusion, of the absolute.”   The prompt:  Write about fans.   In four hours the gates would open for the rock concert, and the clean-up crew was halfway around the stadium, picking up debris from the previous night’s …

Dad’s 205

Jon krakauer said, “I’m intrigued by fanatics – people who are seduced by the promise, or the illusion, of the absolute.”   The prompt:  Write about fans. “What is she yelling?” I asked Dad.  It was the bottom of the fourth inning, and we were at the far end of the Darlington half of the …

Day 204

Apologies for the hiatus; I got hit with a lovely virus. Continuation of Day 200 (still going!).   Rex is sleeping in bed when I get back, a merciful relief. I pass the night setting meetings with my contacts, choosing my spots carefully. A part of me winces, wishing I could vet the information through …