Notes From The Hermit

A little about the inside of the book. There is a wide selection from kids stuff to vampires. A guy who thought he was the best fisherman around. Until a trout taught differently. The guy who wanted his wife’s money, without the wife. A little poison can’t hurt? There’s even a dog with a sense of humor. And the dog good at saving lives. Read on, read on. Many stories all for your imagination. Some of these stories absolute fiction. Some of these stories are based on real experiences. Other than that, I get bored easily these days. Now that I have to walk down (and of course up again) the hill for my daily newspaper left by the big oak tree next to the creek, I have time to think up new, or re-think old stuff I put to paper. It helps keep my mind off the fact that my trusty 1910 Hupmobile decided to permanently retire. I’ll miss that ol’ flivver. I’ll even miss hand-cranking it to fire up. What I will not miss are the @^$#% repairmen who came out to fix my dish-type antenna. It wasn’t so much the price they charged (don’t believe that one do you?) it was the mess they left behind. I had to dig new channels in my cave floor to hide the stinking cables. It is not easy up here in the boonies to get rugs for floor coverings. And you sure as hell don’t go around shooting bears for the skins to make a rug. First of all, it ain’t nice to shoot the thing. Anyway, who’s gonna skin it? Not me. Ah, I regress. As I started to explain about… ? Great! I forgot what I was yakking about. I’m sure it would have been interesting. Well… I see the sun is crossing over the cave’s entrance. It’s getting late. Bye!