Category Archives: Stories
Getting a Haircut
After more than a month of not having cut my hair I finally decided to seek out a hair cut place. I really didn’t want to spend a lot or spend my time in a salon with a bunch of … Continue reading →
Dangerous Roads in Guatemala
This is the “new” bypass around the San Cristobal Verapaz landslide of January 2009. It had been raining for three days when we started down this “highway.” Unfortunately, the road had been washed out at the landslide and was impassable. … Continue reading →
Things I’ve Learned So Far
From things I have seen, couldn’t believe and things I have heard. 1. Guatemalans love to honk. They honk at dogs, people, cattle, kids with kites, kids without kites, cyclists, chickens, and basically anything they might run over. 2. Chicken … Continue reading →
More Lago Atitlan
On Wednesday I got scheduled to go a few hours outside of town to the small lakeside village of Santa Clara La Laguna and help set up a clinic there. I woke up early from the hotel Barcelo which was … Continue reading →
The Campo and Lago Atitlan
My second day in Guate (every name here is shortened. Huehuetenango becomes Huehue. Quetzaltenango becomes Xela–Shelah, for you gringos) began very early in the morning so that I could go out into the campo and explore the corn program that … Continue reading →
Why getting a job isn’t everything.
If you graduated from college in the spring, like me, you will undoubtedly face the endless questions about your plans. Or lack thereof. Or if you’re like me you throw a dart at the map and look up jobs there, … Continue reading →
The West End and The Texas Special
My grand kids are after me to tell them something of “the old days.” They see me as an aging mound of flesh that is a living history book. I do tell them some things and help them to understand the Great Depression, Prohibition and the entertainment of my youth. The later was radio, outside games, chores and school. Continue reading →
Monkey River – An attempt at suspense.
Passing by the cemetery beside the road I saw dislodged coffins from the rising floods and saw them resting, heaped upon each other, like palm fronds strewn across the jungle floor. And when I passed, there were many Creoles standing … Continue reading →
Bacalar
It was hot and the thin linen sheets stuck to the curve of Brent’s ass. The ceiling fan weakly stirred the air with. Any faster, and it would wobble and creak with every turn. That wouldn’t let Brent sleep. So he turned it low, low as it could go, before he tried to fall asleep. Laura asked him to turn it on full blast. He told her to listen to all that squeaking. She rolled on to her side away from him. Continue reading →
Up and runnin’!
Woo! Ok, so obviously I’m still working out a lot of details with the new site. Just got my own domain (woo!) and setting up a blog that I really enjoy. I plan on making regular posts here about everything. … Continue reading →