Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Just got a note from the folks at Kindle that by clicking the link below, one can read a little of ol' HEADWIND ... sooooo, being the good blogger that I am, I'm passing it along:

Monday, June 6, 2016

Holy smokes ... another two years has slipped by! I guess I've been too busy dodging traffic on the Highway of Life to notice. But it has been all good ... living' the dream after all. Uncle Billy has been making noise about moving to Vegas ... says the winters are getting to him. Can't say we wouldn't mind a little peace and quiet a around here ... but we'd miss him if he decides to venture out west. Of course, now that weather has moderated, he's been less vocal about the move ... we'll see.

Friday, July 11, 2014

The Dude Abides

   Wow ... I just noticed that the last post on this blog was in April. Where do the time go??
   Since then Uncle Billy has been glued to the TV watching Dancing with the Stars and the ups and downs of the Tigers ... often at the same time ... good thing the Tigers have been experiencing more ups than downs, or I'd making extra runs to Manny's.
   I've been playing music way more that writing ... which is okay, 'cause I like making music ... but I have fun spinning yarns too ... I just go with the flow and work on whatever melts my butter on a given day. (Did I just say 'melts my butter'??)
   Well, sports fans, better get back to it ... busy, busy, busy ... later.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

And, around we go ...

I know you've been clamoring for updates ... okay, maybe not clamoring, but curious ... at least vaguely interested in? Annnyway ... I said I'd have something for you after opening day, which has come and gone, and the Tigers lost a close one to Cleveland last night, which caused them to slip into second place a 1/2 game behind Chicago, but I digress ... truth is that while I have nothing special to offer at the moment ... life is chugging along nicely. I've actually been getting some work done on my new novel ... emphasis on the word 'some', 'cause I still get distracted with music and, well, the Tigers, so don't hold your breath ... not that you would ... but you get the point. Back with more in ... the future.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Keep on Truckin'

Hi there sports fans ... just a note of explanation for the absence of updates on my socially awkward life:  Uncle Billy has been out of town ... some mysterious business trip with Mike Burczyk ... I don't know ... but I do know that I'm enjoying a little peace and quite which has allowed me to put a little effort into my current WIP (work in process). I don't how long this creative burst will last ... probably until Billy is back in town ... or opening day for the Tigers ... whichever comes first. Annnyyywwaayy, thought you might like to know ... or not. Sincerely, CH

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Soup or Football

   A cheer went up around the bar as Percy Harvin returned Denver's second-half kick-off to put the Seahawks up twenty-nine to zip.
   "Wow ... that was amazing," said Eb.
   "Sure puts the Broncos in the hole," said Hank.
   Uncle Billy shook his head. "There goes a hundred bucks."
   As the furor in Reggies died down, I turned to Billy. "You put money on the game, Uncle?"
   "Of course ... who could watch this over-hyped spectacle if you didn't?"
   I looked around the table. "Hey, does anyone, besides Billy, have a bet on the game?"
   Several heads shook no. Hank said, "Sports are too unpredictable to bet on."
   "Besides," said Becky, "who has the money?"
   "Not me," laughed Dottie.
   "Who cares about the game, anyway," said Cheryl, "I just watch for the commercials ... and the half-time show."
   "What a bunch of light-hitters," said Billy.
   "Well, it's not like the Lions are in the Superbowl," I said.
   That brought a round of sighs and groans.
   "Don't get me started," said Hank.
   "When did you get a chance to place a bet, Uncle ... you haven't been to the Casino lately."
   Billy shook his head. "Didn't need to go ... Mike took my bet."
   "Mike Burczyk?" I asked.
   "How many 'Mikes' do I know?" said Billy.
   "Mike Burczyk is a bookie?" asked Hank.
   Billy snorted. "No, he's not a bookie ... he told me after bowling on Thursday that he was going to the casino on Friday and I asked him to place a bet on the game for me."
   Eb scratched his head. "Doesn't that kinda make him a bookie?"
   Billy ignored the comment. "He was sure Denver was going to win."
   "So was everyone else," said Dottie.
   "That's gotta be tough, Bill ... to lose a hundred bucks, I mean," said Hank.
   Billy took a drink of his beer and said, "I just hope that's all I lose."
   "What do you mean, Uncle?"
   A mild cheer went up around the bar.
   I swung around to look at the television screen. "What happened?"
   "Denver got a first down," said Becky.
   Billy laughed. "Gee ... I better not tear up this ticket just yet."

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Winter Chill

   I got up to get myself more coffee, then paused and asked Cheryl, "Would you like another cup of tea?"
   "Sounds good." Cheryl held out her tea cup. Then she added, "I thought you were taking Uncle Billy to Manny's this morning."
   I took her cup. "He called while you were in the shower to cancel," I said as I walked into the kitchen.
   "Oh? How come?"
   I leaned around the doorway, "He said it was too damn cold to go out."
   "Too cold? That doesn't sound like Uncle Billy."
   I poured hot water into her cup. "I thought it was a little strange, too ... I mean it is freakin' cold out there, but it's not like Billy to be slowed by it."
   "Well, they are talking about wind chills below zero ... maybe it is getting to him."
   I filled my cup with coffee while the tea bag steeped in Cheryl's. "I suppose ... I told him I had to go out to run some errands anyway, so it was no trouble to me."
   "And he still didn't want to go?" said Cheryl.
   "You don't think that there is anything else going on, do you?"
   "Like what?"
   "Like he's not feeling good or something."
   I took the tea bag out of her cup. "I don't think so ... do you want cream in this?"
   "Yes, please ... well, maybe it is just the cold."
   I poured a splash of cream in her cup. "Maybe ..."
   "But you suspect it's something else?"
   I picked up the cups and walked back into the dining room. I set Cheryl's tea in front of her.
   "Thank you."
   "No problem." I sat down and took a sip of my coffee.
   "Well?" she asked.
   "Well what?"
   "What do you suspect made Uncle Billy cancel?"
   I looked out at the branches bending in the north wind. "I don't know ... I'm wondering if it has anything to do with this Mike Burczyk business."
   "Oh? How so?"
   "Nothing I can put my finger on ... he just seems to be a bit preoccupied since he got into this stuff with Burczyk."
   Cheryl took a sip of her tea. "Well, maybe that's a good thing ... I mean, he needs something to keep himself busy."
   I drummed my fingers on the side of the coffee cup. "Yeah ... I guess ... I just hope he doesn't find himself out in the cold."