At 58, I am grateful I still have all my hair. The gray ones were well earned. This fresh desire to write is completely experimental. You, my new friends, are the integral part of this experiment.
For this honor, I am a grateful human being. Thank you.
I do not intend to attempt to please everyone. Rather, I prefer to be somewhat irritating at my whim. Know I mean no harm.
I was born in Motown. Detroit. This was when cars were known to be made there. I left Michigan in 1976.
My dear Aunt Helen, who passed away at 96, lived in Florida. I tried that for a few years. I am glad to have experienced what is now referred to as "old Florida". She and my Uncle Charles published "The Florida Magazine of Verse". Old copies occasionally appear on online auctions.
I moved to the mountains of North Carolina. What a beautiful place! I can tell you how to find geysers, waterfalls, caves, mushrooms, ginseng, and so much more.
Then I moved to New Orleans.
Since Hurricane Katrina, it is the same place only different.
Due to unexpected flooding, there are still many uninhabited parts of this beautiful city.
I stayed here during and after Katrina passed through. Many reported stories were untrue. Like the one about someone shooting at a helicopter. The law enforcement officer who arrested the shooter told me he was actually shooting at his neighbor. True story.
Anyway, our Mayor Nagin displayed a penchant for "whining". I find that technique to be effective sometimes.
Our former Governor Blanco had good reason not to run for re-election. She probably wouldn't have voted for herself.
I think Senator Vitter was getting laid at some brothel. though I had a radio earpiece in place during my waking hours, I don't remember hearing from him.
Our "FEMA" souvenir T-shirts are full of sarcasm. "Fix Everything My Ass" and "Find Every Mexican Available" are good examples of what FEMA's letters inspired us to dream up.
So... I have been missing the antique business. Now, after discovering a perfevy bulding, with a yard, off-street parking and a great shade tree in the back yard, I have finally secured a lease.
as I love a building with a history, this one used to be a voodoo shop and ritual site.
Hey. If my landlady tolerated animal sacrifices, how can I screw up?
UPDATE: So, I now have another antique shop. I haven't written on this site lately. perhaps it will happen again. more later........
My passion is ...
...diverse.
I know too much about ...
...people who would name dogs "Fire" and "Help".
My parents always told me ...
...when I said "where's it at?", "Between the A and the T".
My childhood ambition ...
...still exists.
My favorite memory ...
...is a recurring dream.
Why I write ...
...because I can.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
...graffiti/ stars/ gunshots
My first job ...
...learning phone etiquette.
My best moment ...
...is the present.
My inspiration ...
...Andy Warhol said,"Everyone should write a book."
Please don't take this wrong. I like dogs better than most people. That said, I have only been owned by one dog. Other folks have been owned by all the other dogs in my life. Even growing up, it was dogs that lived with neighbors that became my friends. My dog friends got along great with my people friends. One in particular is the subject of this article. It appears to me now, a coincidence, as his name was Tiger and his claim to fame was stealing golf balls. He taught us this trick. Now a car dealership, apartment complexes, and a gas station on the corner, the nine hole family-owned pub...
More..Michael Aubrey
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