It’s a tale of cats and cash and murder, and has nothing to do with Australia (the title, don’t you see?) and everything to do with positioning.
Check it out, if you get a chance.
Confessions of a Semi-Professional Gad-About
It’s a tale of cats and cash and murder, and has nothing to do with Australia (the title, don’t you see?) and everything to do with positioning.
Check it out, if you get a chance.
I am a writer of fiction and an observer of human behavior.
I am fanatic about the written word, oral story-telling, corny jokes, traditional jazz, open water, lighthouses, sad country songs and all things to do with motion pictures.
I am a one-time news reporter, media relations coordinator, property manager, mail carrier, postal supervisor, corrections officer and improvisational comic.
I am a child of Joe and Mandy; sister, parent, friend, lover, partner and human being.
I am, by last count, K.C. 4.0
Robert Frost said everyone is a traveler. I am a gad-about.
I have never lived in the same house more than ten years; never worked at the same job more than six. Over the years, I have moved from town to town to town.
Some folks might call it a failure to commit. I will admit that I have a low boredom threshold; you know what they say about that grass over the fence.
While in the Keys, I worked as a corrections officer; I like to tell people I served four years in the Monroe County Detention Center -- in twelve hour shifts.
I live a stone's throw from Puget Sound; on a clear day, I have a spectacular view of the Olympic Mountains.
But I can see the Metro Transit bus stop from my porch, too, and it's a five-minute walk to catch the island ferry.
Our SUV is in the garage, two flights of stairs away; it's a twenty-minute drive to Sea-Tac International.
We'll see how long I stay.
1 comments:
It's so interesting to see how you progressively added layers to this.
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