Welcome to this Archive of Inanity, a potpourri of flash fiction essays.
Sometimes I feel like a short dog in tall grass when comparing my written thoughts to those in the literary Hall of Fame. But then, I remember that life is like a dog that buries bones in the sands on a one-way ticket to Mecca… vanity of vanities. So, I write, leaving some of my bones in the sands of time as I move on.
I am not a writer by training. In fact, I just fell into it like I did most things, by accident or Providence, but not by my design. The power of writing comes from experiences, and I have plenty! Vicarious text rings hollow. These vignettes began in 2006, at age 64 for me. A friend and I hosted a weekly community lunch, the Friday Forum. I sent the week’s menu every Thursday. Writing food menus was boring. So I spiced them up with some of my experiences, sprinkled heavily with satire, hyperbole and poetic license. There’s a message in each one somewhere….maybe you can find it.
I was, and always will be, a country boy with red Georgia clay in my veins. I spent my youth in Colquitt, Georgia, a small town in southwest Georgia. We were farmers and small- town merchants. I graduated from the University of Georgia in 1964, with a BBA in Real Estate, lacking 5 credit hours for a dual major, also in English. Poetry is still my first love.
Until 2004 I lived in Atlanta, Georgia pursuing a real estate career. In 2004 my wife and I moved to Sea Island, Georgia. We have two children; a daughter who’s an artist, and a son who has his own bike expedition business in Colorado. I am a pianist, novice violinist, avid reader, writer, bluegrass banjo strummer, and an active real estate investor. Life is good for this country boy!
History is littered with words and deeds of fools looking to leave a legacy, a way to explain their reason for the infinitesimally short stay on earth, this mote of dust that hangs on a sunbeam. These are my contributions.