It was my second step on a fifty year journey.

The ‘Whisper’ (untitled) by: Saeed Karimi from Unsplash

“Hey, Old Lady.”

“Hey, Old Man.”

“My first Disability Check was in the mail.” Her eyes got wide. She turned her head to the side, looking at me. “How much was it?”

“It was $8,400.” She ran to hug me, jumping up and down. “We’re rich.”, she whispered.

“That was the first check. It’s retroactive. Next month, on the first Monday of every month, I’ll get a check mailed for $400. Every month.” She started jumping and hugging me again.

“Can we go shopping?”, she asked.

“Shopping for what?”


I was there when Fetcher freaked out.

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What you have heard is true. I was in the Sweat Lodge when Fetcher ‘Freaked’.

The Leader of the Sweat was yammering on about how he ran sweats. I could see Fetcher two spaces to my right. He looked confused.

The Fire Keeper was tending the stones in the fire. The full moon was setting behind the houses of suburbia. Sparks from the fire rose into the sky and flickered out.

Colored cloth bundles of tiny prayer ties arranged in a circle on the ground beyond the fire.

The Spirit Food, three bowls of food and a bowl of water…

Writing is hard work. Writing can be fun too.

Brady Rogers,

On the MOHS scale of mineral hardness from 1 to 10; 1 is the softest mineral, Talc (the easy stuff). To number 10 being the hardest, a Diamond (the hard stuff). The hardest thing about writing is the writing.

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed”-Ernest Hemingway

The unattended consequence of writing will become easier the more you write. It will eventually become easier. But it does take time and practice to get to the level of ‘Talc Writing’.

‘Talc Writing’ is the hardest writing there is. Talc Writing is all…

From watching Television commercials?

Photo by Mick Haupt — Unsplash

Standard Broadcast Television is worse than bad. It is not just a “Vast Wasteland”. It is a vacuum. And it sucks like a flush toilet sucks. Your brain goes down the drain.

I was looking for story ideas from television programs. There was nothing to see or hear. My mind wandered into an internal dialogue about how awful Broadcast Television is.

One thing that took me from the mindless doldrums was commercial advertisements. Wait! It was the structure of commercials that I was seeking.

My favorite commercials are for Insurance. Go figure!

A man with a giant bird selling insurance?

The ad was one minute long. It had the elements of “Micro-Fiction”.

It had a hook, a line, and a closing statement: “Don’t pay for what you don’t need.” Perfection.

Amazing! This from watching Television.

Remember: Don’t get what you don’t need.

From a journey with his dad to graze the family sheep

Photo by Knut Elbrecht,

It was early May 1940. Already, it was getting too hot for the sheep.

Fred was only six years old when his dad took him to the high plateau of the Navajo Reservation, like every year since he’d been a toddler.

But this year was going to be different.

The two of them set out early in the morning. It took four days to arrive at the plateau. This year, dad had Fred do all the work for the journey because he was learning how to herd sheep.

Fred learned quickly …

  • How to set up a pen for the…

While waiting for my wife to arrive.

Walking from the parking lot, signs were everywhere ‘Wear A Mask’. Who is in charge of this asylum, the patients?

The arrival flight was due in less than five minutes. I waited in front of the kiosk looking for the arrival time to be posted. Twenty minutes later the kiosk update to show the arrival time; delayed by 30 minutes. Why did it take twenty minutes to post a 30 minute delay.

I walked to the Luggage Carousel to observe the people. I like watching people when they don’t know they are watched.

There was an older lady standing next…

The routine flight went haywire.

Over the whine of the Turbo, the Pilot came on the radio. “Ok, listen up. We are going in for a Medi-Vac Dust Off. Five minutes out.”

Great, that’s how long I’m going to live. If we even get that far.

The Co-Pilot came on the Comms, “CWO, turn your Mic off, just fly. We have incoming Arty and Air. CWO, hard and low to the yellow smoke. Stay away from the purple.

The nose of our Huey dipped sharply down and leveled out at six feet. Headed straight for the yellow smoke. …

Into the future on an Interstate Highway?

Take the first exit ramp off the Interstate Highway. Get directions to the next State Highway.

Take the first exit off the State Highway and find the first available store. You are going on a trip-an important trip for you.

You will need supplies for two weeks. Food. Water. Maybe some sturdy walking shoes. You are going on a quest to find something. Two weeks. Maybe less.

Make arrangements to park your vehicle in a safe place for two weeks. Explain that you are looking for something that you lost. You will return in less than two weeks. …

I invented time to have something to do.

A brief introduction to my new invention: I bet you didn’t know that I invented time. Yeah, that was me. Before Me, there was nothing.

I became me. The exact micro-second I became me was when I invented time.

Each of us creates time. We are responsible for our time.

I can’t control time. But I can be responsible for my time. Accountable for what I do. I can determine what I will do. And when I will do something.

Things happen. Accidents of time. Things that can’t be planned. Things that can’t be controlled. Violent things. World pandemics. Weather…


I manage my time with plain text and a calendar.

In the days before electronics became ubiquitous, I used paper bound notebooks for planning activities and paper calendars for scheduling events.

In September 2004, I discovered a Website named “43 Folders. The Website was maintained by Merlin Mann. I spent hours and days glued to his Website reading about productivity and the wonders of Apple Computers.

Merlin Mann introduced me to David Allen, the author of “Getting Things Done: The Art of Stress-Free Productivity” (also known as GTD). GTD taught me to get things out of my head and track these things on paper (or on a computer). I learned…

Lyndon Kessler

I am a Vietnam Vet, my wife and I retired to Arizona December, 2013 after a lifetime living in California. I use Apple computers since 9/11.

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