I think of myself as a warrior, a clown, a poet and a mystic. I have sailed the rolling seas through a sudden tempest, flown solo through a thunderstorm, walked through the dark forest late at night, stood alone atop a Mayan temple as the sun quietly set upon the jungle, crossed swords with Olympic fencers, gotten to know a Prince and brought the stars closer to mankind. The more I do all of these things, the more humble I become, a simple servant in awe of the universe that God has created.
I have over 25 years of writing experience in these fields: engineering, marketing, manufacturing, testing, R&D, nuclear power, submarines, alternative energy, space, aerospace, metals recovery and semiconductors.
This is not a Lassie story. Bark! What girl? Timmy fell down the well? Again?!?
This is a real story about Kelly, our black Labrador Retriever.
Maine. Winter. Overcast and dark. Frozen shades of white, grey and black. Good time for duck hunting.
Using an inflatable raft, my dad had paddled to an island within Lovejoy Pond. Kelly was with him, oblivious to the stinging cold.
Time passed. No ducks. As nightfall approached, snow began to fall as the wind picked up. He decided to leave while he could still see.
They got into the raft. The stiff breeze swirled...
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