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Thanks. Sorry, I just noticed the review. Yep, life IS a crap shoot.

I really wanted the reader to feel some of what I feel in a cemetery. There's sadness, of course, but all the rest of life, distilled down, as well.

Thanks for reading and commenting. These days, I prefer a kayak, but they don't have many gators in central Texas. I miss 'em. If this trip hadn't affected me so much, I probably would've never written anything, but that weekend left its marks - mostly good. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Thirsty He reached down slowly and picked up the arrow that had fallen, careful not to make a sound or lose sight of him. Nock and draw, his new take-down bow wasn’t as powerful as the compound bow he left at home, but from forty feet, it wouldn’t matter. In less than one breath, smooth and unhurried, he released. As the bowstring sang and faded, he watched the bobcat go down, twitch twice, and lie still. James stood, nocked another arrow, and slowly circled toward the cat, never taking hi

Hi Patrick, welcome to GA. Finding a partner is like finding a job. It takes work, and networking is your best strategy. Online communities may help some. Finding a discussion group that shares one of your interests, or an organization affiliated with your career wouldn't hurt. Especially if they meet in a nearby city, so you could visit the city and meet up with folks. Lots of couples now meet online. Somebody suggested the best way to meet a companion is to do the things you enjoy, and see who enjoys them with you. At least, you'll start out with something in common. Good luck and good hunting!

Ever had a funny feeling...? Pay attention to it.

"in order to help them understand me quickly" In certain situations, it makes things a lot simpler, and answers the question at hand. If I say gay, it shuts down phobic rants.

Warrior, I gotta agree with those who say look for more or better help. Please do. Did I /do I? Yep to almost every question. I shoulda sought help sooner, but the treatments used years ago were not as helpful as those available now.

I'm glad you liked the chapter. The settings are real. At least, they used to be. Charles and Sam are based on two citizens of Bastrop. I once saw "Charles" ride his horse through the bank's drive-through window. More than once, I saw him pick his boy up from school on horseback (a really fine painted gelding). Casey's plan? Plans have a way of changing on us.

Thanks for reading and commenting. It really makes it worthwhile.

Sorry I'm late. Any cake left? Oh well. Happy Birthday Random! I hope it was a really good one.

This one's from East Texas, in the heart of the Big Thicket, a huge forested area so overgrown with underbrush, the Natives used to walk around much of it, rather than try to push through. Originally settled by Anglo settlers during the Civil War, deserters from both sides hid in the Piney Woods and built a life there. But the area didn't begin to be developed until the railroad came through, carving swaths through the vegetation. In the 30s, one of the abandoned railroad right-of-ways got turned into an unpaved road. It's got a County Road number, but everybody calls it Ghost Road. Out there, it gets awful dark under the trees, and travelers on that road at night have often described a spectral glow on the road, like a railroad lantern. They say it's the unquiet spirit of an unhappy railroad worker who fell asleep on the tracks, carrying his lantern, looking for his head.

I ran out of likes and still didn't thank everybody. Thank you all very much. I really appreciate the good wishes.

O crap, that means you'll never leave. Oh...sorry...Lemme get the guest bedroom ready. Tequila shots at dawn!

Thank you all. It was a really good day. With raspberry chocolate truffle cake. And too much wine.

Yep, he IS good-looking. Great face, and he looks great in a beard. Growing up, I always wanted to look like a twink model, and it was never gonna happen. I got something even better - a man who loves me as I am. And Saturday makes twenty five years together. There ARE those who value other things.

For many things, there's therapy. For a truly malign relationship, the surgeon's knife is the key to healing.

No one is entitled to make your life hell. There's love, there's forgiveness, and there's sharing your life with someone. Sometimes, it's not possible to have all three, no matter how much you may want it, or someone else may feel you must act in a certain way. Sometimes, it takes strength to do what's right for you, too, and you have to learn to overcome the guilt others would lay at your doorstep.

That's a great idea. Not sure I'll contribute, 'cause I have an ongoing project to complete, but I'd love to see the work that comes out of this.

Hear that, WL? You're a drip. Seriously, I'm impressed, but not totally surprised. I wish more folks did what they thought was right.

A more entertaining question might be, what's the most unusual lubricant you've ever used? I'm taking the fifth. And drinking it later.

A man's man. But which man's, I'm wondering....

I'm with yer mom.

I can't afford enough booze to last one day with those two twits.

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