A Barroom Story III

The sound of the quivering fly on the wall it was not. It was the sound of the bell tolling, reaching out, and grasping the trees and the leaves and the wind with its balmy fingers.

This is another perspective of the story of Aesop’s popular fable of the race between the tortoise and the hare. The tortoise plods on slowly but never missing a forward step while the hare supremely confident does a lot of meandering knowing full well that there is no way he could lose.

The space pirates part five;

John e. sterling.

Leaving maroon baloon.

AND SO HERE WE ARE PILGRIMS, THE EPISODE NOBODY HAS BEEN TALKING ABOUT.

IT IS TIME FOR THE INEPT SPACE PIRATES TO FINALLY PUT THEIR TENn.UOS PLANS INTO ACTION AND JUMP INTO THE EPISODE WHICH WILL ALWAYS BE KNOWN AS;

LEAVING MAROON BALOON,
YES.

BY JOHN E. STERLING.

The Captain sat in the big Captains chair.
He stared intensely with his intense blue eyes.
He stared at the groovy view screen, he looked, and he waited.

"I can't stop growing old but I don't have to get old."
-- Patrick A. Hirth

I met an unforgettable 80-year old man last weekend. He is the younger brother of my husband's late grandfather. He looks frail and shrunken but I tell you, this old man is younger than his age and his looks in many ways. He told us his stories, chuckled at his own jokes over lunch of "bulalo" and "pancit" (btw, he does not eat pancit-- so whoever said that pancit and noodles are for "long-life" better think again!).

THE HANGAR.

JOHN E. STERLING.

After a face rippling descent Agent Herman stepped out of the seamless elevator and started along an equally featureless corridor.

Apart from the deep hum of life support his shoes provided the only sound.
He looked down at them as they paced along, very shiny, just like this place, but he did like the way his new briefcase matched the metallic passage.