Two Books Based on Truth

Two Books Based on Truth

By BR Chitwood

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Two True Crimes!

One solved! One still a mystery!

“Mama’s Madness” was solved some years ago by some excellent police work in Northern California…

This ‘Mama’ was from the loins of Satan, evil in word and deed, the punishments of her daughters were manic and difficult to believe, recorded not here but stark and vivid in the book. This ‘Mama’ murdered two of her three daughters and an ex-husband, robbed and invented tortuous punishments so ugly and vile to mention here – but, there between the pages of the book, the reader will find them. This is a well-written book with many 5-Star Amazon ratings…you don’t want to miss this one!

This one was solved: mother sentenced to a California prison…probably out by now…

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 “Stranger Abduction” is very close to the Author’s heart because this crime was committed prior to my move to some ranchland in SE Arizona… My new neighbors told me as much as they could know about this mother and daughter disappearance, to wit:

It is a summer Sunday afternoon in rural Cochise Country, AZ near Sunizona, AZ, and a large happy family has just finished Sunday lunch. It is decided that Mom and her pert little 14-year-old daughter will walk three miles to their country store for ice cream and cigarettes for Dad. It is a walk often taken by members of the family – a sister lives along the Hwy. 181 route, affording them the opportunity to stop and visit.

Mother and daughter reach the country store, chat gaily with the owners and other shoppers, then leave for their return walk home, happily smearing ice cream on each other’s faces and kicking gravel along the road… a cheerful Mom and Daughter enjoying their Sunday.

Mom and daughter never make it home on that sunny Sunday in 1983!

They were never heard from again.

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The sad aftermath of this true case is a family tragedy!

This novel explores the possibilities of what might have happened on that Sunday afternoon so many years ago. As an author in residence some six miles from Route 181 where two people were abducted, having talked to so many of the neighbors, I had to write about this case… It became a ‘must do assignment’ for me, and, I suggest for other writers as well.

PLEASE! If anyone has any information about this ‘Cold Case’, please contact the Sheriff’s Office in Bisbee, Arizona. PLEASE!

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By BR Chitwood

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BRC

Life, Love, and Longings

Life, Love, and Longings

A Poem by BR Chitwood

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Short, Tall, Lanky, All Sizes, All Colors,

              Males, Females, Cats, Dogs, ‘Beasts of Prey’,

           Gays, Straights, Old and Young, All Creatures,

        Popes and paupers, have precise engineering

           Which allow them to satisfy their needs For Love,

         For Hate, For Expression – with different styles          and Languages, of course.

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      There are many Specialists who make it their  

          Life’s work to journey through knowledge fields

          To enlighten our minds with new information…

           We are landing on the Moon, entering deeper into

       Outer Space, Exploring Mars and other planets

       With newer technology, giving the US public new

     And promising information…

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Here on Earth, we live with raw street violence,

   Robberies, Murder, wanton terrorism in our cities,

 And ‘Politics’ has turned a different scary shade of

Yellow, without sensible leadership, Marxist drivel

Occupying many college campuses…it cannot be

  This writer alone seeing our country going to hell

                in that ‘proverbial hand-basket’!

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 I am not the smartest ‘ape’ in this jungle but I need this moment to express my concern for our United States of America… In short, we need, badly need, new leadership to restore border law enforcement, to rid our political representatives from receiving big money from ‘K Street operatives. We need a person who cannot be bought…

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BR Chitwood – June 8, 2022

For the Love of my Country!

My 20 books in many genres, over 500 blog posts, short stories, flash fiction, and Poetry, all at:

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Hope you don’t mind my saying so: ‘There are some great novels I’ve built around ‘unsolved cases’ as well as Romance, Mystery, Suspense, Sci-Fi, History, and other genres…

Hope you have an opportunity to read my books, blog posts, F/F, and Poetry.

BRC

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In the ‘Rear View’!

In The ‘Rear View’

BR Chitwood

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How do people handle the ‘rear view’ of their lives? The good, the bad, the ugly?

Not a simple question!

In fact, there are millions, I’m guessing, that give very little thought to the paths they take in life, not that necessarily should be considered a ‘negative’…some know very early in life where they want to be, what they want to be doing, and a reasonable calculation as to when they will arrive at their chosen spot…I’m guessing Graham Bell, Thomas Edison. and Albert Einstein were among those millions along with some noted newscasters, sports announcers, and movie stars. I’m guessing as well that the ‘deep thinkers’ at times have ‘brain outage’ and show they are human.

With so many billions of people in the world, one would think there would be more human disasters, more homicides, more thievery, more bedlam. Of course, people seek shelter from the storms and from the refuse of society. At times, there are criminal events that take us to our knees – the senseless murders, rapes, property damage, and government malfeasance. As strange as it might seem, these terrible crimes, with the passage of time, seem to settle into ‘a way of life’, an acceptance of the dark passing moments.

What is this gibberish intending to convey? A component, and perhaps a component which has not arrived at this point in our history. It seems we try this system, say, Marxism, and find during its path that people do not wish to conform to its rigid rule of ‘take what is given to you’ – money that is controlled…

Schools controlled by the most absurdly funded Educational Association are to be taught ‘Gender ‘Education’ in apparently all of its guises – ‘boy becomes girl/girl becomes boy’, at times, a ritual that allow one or the other to compete in sports contests once only open to ‘boys’ and/or to ‘girls’.

Some of us feel this is madness, feel this is a government rushing into directions that will have costly future effects.

We are a Democracy! Our ‘Constitution’ is a sacred piece of that democracy, and we are dribbling it around like it was a basketball. We have leaders in our seats of government that listen to their benefactors and are paid handsomely to sing the tunes of their masters…every little piece of demeaning Democratic paper given up is an insult to our founders and patriots who died in war battles for our independence and Democracy.

Back in my college days, the emphases were always on registering historical truth in the minds of my classmates. Our revered professors listened to our words, squared them with our historic documents, and seemed pleased we were in line with our democratic principles.

Today, so many of our colleges and universities face blatant attempts at destroying our democracy.

The undocumented flow of people across our southern borders is no longer alarming! It is horrifying in so many ways.

I ‘bitch and moan’ a lot these days!  My age plays a part in that – our bright and wonderful children love our country, and it is for them I write my patriotic feelings.

Can we not just abide by an ‘A-B-C’ formula?

A: America B: Bows to Freedom C: Crown the Good

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BR Chitwood – June 6, 2022

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It is all so strange looking back on such a crowded and awkward life, pulling scenes to fit the moment, finding harmony in your efforts, finding joy but struggling still to find the truth of ‘who I am?’

Born in the bruised but peaceful hills of Appalachia, there was not so much fanfare but the tedious questions of food and hunger and disease and, of course, ignorance – the very simplest of ignorance, walking hand in hand with what some were calling ‘The End!’

Work was a major disclaimer for most of the population. Some fathers left home for work in other states, leaving behind their most cherished belongings – their wives, kids, scrawny beasts of burden just about out of time for another breath. Some fathers gave up early, drank from their ‘fruit jars’ filled with ‘corn liquor’, ‘white lightning’, using the tools given to them by their ancestors.

One elementary school, one steepled, white-board church, a combo-store and post office.

The soft sounds of labor were the saw-mill camp pumping out the finished lumber for new houses, repairs for older homes, sawdust, and always the hope that someday this small space on the borders of Kentucky and Tennessee would be thriving. The people working were more or less happy with their pursuits, their radios telling them other cities and towns were not doing so well.

Old locomotives brought lumber from the other side of the mountain, just fallen trees ready to be made into homes for those with the money to build. There were, of course, some vitriol among the Hamlet’s ‘well off’ and ‘not so well off’. For .the most part, however, there were few feuds between the neighbors. Each day had a simple calendar…’slop the hogs’…’hoe the corn’…’plow the north 40’…

Wooldridge, Tennessee, a farming community of not too many habitants, was my ‘home’ for a short period of time, brought about by a divorce. I stayed with my loving grandparents, and my sister stayed some hundred miles away with my maternal grandparents.

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Wooldridge, Tennessee is still there, and it has been many years since I was in the area…except for the ‘script that plays out in my mind on occasion…

There were so many debilitating thoughts occurring in my small brain at that time…I was going to stay with my mother and my sister. My little mind was titillated with the news, and I was happy…not, to leave my grandparents, but to live with my mother and sister.

My sister and I were separated again some months later, and my sister and I were ‘lodged and schooled’ at a large campus in Knoxville, Tennessee – John Tarleton, I believe, was the name of the State-run Facility.

From there, Friendsville Academy was my next stop…this would be the final boarding school before my mother found our first home in Maryville, Tennessee – across the street from the beautiful Maryville College.

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Oak Ridge High School sat on a hill above ‘Towne Center’ in Oak Ridge, and I made friends quickly with Clayton ‘Eight-Ball’ Nunn, Bill Pullem, Tom McGrew, and my life seemed going in the right direction. I was on the Oak Ridge HS Wildcats football team – played a little because I was small and scrawny…Oak Ridge was the best part of my life!

In the US Navy and waited months after ‘boot camp’ and special schooling before being sent to Adak Islands in the Aleutian Chain…passed ‘high’ in my class. These would be the most difficult time of my recruitment.

Adak was headquarters for the US Navy Communications, and it was exciting work… Friends made, I wormed my way into shift-break work in the Beer Parlor. So many nights were spent in a small living room just behind the bar, each sailor in the room sharing stories from home, girlfriends, and, of course, eventual tears…then, break for the barracks (at the other end of the huge building) duty stations were in other buildings. I received some lovely reviews for my acting and continued to do film and modeling work.

 From Navy came marriage…from marriage came college in Pennsylvania…from the AB Degree, I ventured ‘teaching’ at the high school level in Loraine, Ohio – a special writing class set-up for those wishing to go on to college…a fun class with some writing on a daily basis. Good kids with good futures.

With high school teaching I spread my wings and went into textbook publishing. Good people. Good books.

Also came, Divorce!

In California and Arizona, I dabbled in my writing and did TV commercials, some film work, still work (Magazines, et al). I performed in a play called, THE PLEASURE OF HIS COMPANY and received good ratings.

Then, through mistakes, victories, and just being me, I married the loveliest and smartest lady I had ever met. Our world would even run well with her at the helm.

Combined, we have a large family – some in Phoenix, AZ, some in Las Vegas, some in Maryland on the storied and beautiful Chesapeake.

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Life can reach up and grab you roughly at times, but I must say, all the years have carried beauty and richness to my life…Children I love dearly, a wife I love dearly, a Golden Retriever named, Toby, who can still bring me fresh tears of love… Cats, we’ve had a few: ‘Lady Gray’ is our most recent and she is pure and loves her family…we brought this little delight with us from Kentucky.

There is a lot to leave: 20 books of fiction (some based on true cases); I’ve written 500+ blog posts, many short stories, Flash Fiction, and Poetry… (Hope you can read some of these great novels…) Stories, Flash Fiction, and Poetry…FOUND HERE:

https://www.brchitwood.com

The lovely young lady in the picture above is my wife…She is quite the lady…I Love her!

 I married her at the age of consent…

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It is all so strange looking back on such a crowded and awkward life, pulling scenes to fit the moment, finding harmony in your efforts, finding joy but struggling still to find the truth of ‘who I am?’

Born in the bruised but peaceful hills of Appalachia, there was not so much fanfare but the tedious questions of food and hunger and disease and, of course, ignorance – the very simplest of ignorance, walking hand in hand with what some were calling ‘The End!’

Work was a major disclaimer for most of the population. Some fathers left home for work in other states, leaving behind their most cherished belongings – their wives, kids, scrawny beasts of burden just about out of time for another breath. Some fathers gave up early, drank from their ‘fruit jars’ filled with ‘corn liquor’, ‘white lightning’, using the tools given to them by their ancestors.

One elementary school, one steepled, white-board church, a combo-store and post office.

The soft sounds of labor were the saw-mill camp pumping out the finished lumber for new houses, repairs for older homes, sawdust, and always the hope that someday this small space on the borders of Kentucky and Tennessee would be thriving. The people working were more or less happy with their pursuits, their radios telling them other cities and towns were not doing so well.

Old locomotives brought lumber from the other side of the mountain, just fallen trees ready to be made into homes for those with the money to build. There were, of course, some vitriol among the Hamlet’s ‘well off’ and ‘not so well off’. For .the most part, however, there were few feuds between the neighbors. Each day had a simple calendar…’slop the hogs’…’hoe the corn’…’plow the north 40’…

Wooldridge, Tennessee, a farming community of not too many habitants, was my ‘home’ for a short period of time, brought about by a divorce. I stayed with my loving grandparents, and my sister stayed some hundred miles away with my maternal grandparents.

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Wooldridge, Tennessee is still there, and it has been many years since I was in the area…except for the ‘script that plays out in my mind on occasion…

There were so many debilitating thoughts occurring in my small brain at that time…I was going to stay with my mother and my sister. My little mind was titillated with the news, and I was happy…not, to leave my grandparents, but to live with my mother and sister.

My sister and I were separated again some months later, and my sister and I were ‘lodged and schooled’ at a large campus in Knoxville, Tennessee – John Tarleton, I believe, was the name of the State-run Facility.

From there, Friendsville Academy was my next stop…this would be the final boarding school before my mother found our first home in Maryville, Tennessee – across the street from the beautiful Maryville College.

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Oak Ridge High School sat on a hill above ‘Towne Center’ in Oak Ridge, and I made friends quickly with Clayton ‘Eight-Ball’ Nunn, Bill Pullem, Tom McGrew, and my life seemed going in the right direction. I was on the Oak Ridge HS Wildcats football team – played a little because I was small and scrawny…Oak Ridge was the best part of my life!

In the US Navy and waited months after ‘boot camp’ and special schooling before being sent to Adak Islands in the Aleutian Chain…passed ‘high’ in my class. These would be the most difficult time of my recruitment.

Adak was headquarters for the US Navy Communications, and it was exciting work… Friends made, I wormed my way into shift-break work in the Beer Parlor. So many nights were spent in a small living room just behind the bar, each sailor in the room sharing stories from home, girlfriends, and, of course, eventual tears…then, break for the barracks (at the other end of the huge building) duty stations were in other buildings. I received some lovely reviews for my acting and continued to do film and modeling work.

 From Navy came marriage…from marriage came college in Pennsylvania…from the AB Degree, I ventured ‘teaching’ at the high school level in Loraine, Ohio – a special writing class set-up for those wishing to go on to college…a fun class with some writing on a daily basis. Good kids with good futures.

With high school teaching I spread my wings and went into textbook publishing. Good people. Good books.

Also came, Divorce!

In California and Arizona, I dabbled in my writing and did TV commercials, some film work, still work (Magazines, et al). I performed in a play called, THE PLEASURE OF HIS COMPANY and received good ratings.

Then, through mistakes, victories, and just being me, I married the loveliest and smartest lady I had ever met. Our world would even run well with her at the helm.

Combined, we have a large family – some in Phoenix, AZ, some in Las Vegas, some in Maryland on the storied and beautiful Chesapeake.

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Life can reach up and grab you roughly at times, but I must say, all the years have carried beauty and richness to my life…Children I love dearly, a wife I love dearly, a Golden Retriever named, Toby, who can still bring me fresh tears of love… Cats, we’ve had a few: ‘Lady Gray’ is our most recent and she is pure and loves her family…we brought this little delight with us from Kentucky.

There is a lot to leave: 20 books of fiction (some based on true cases); I’ve written 500+ blog posts, many short stories, Flash Fiction, and Poetry… (Hope you can read some of these great novels…) Stories, Flash Fiction, and Poetry…FOUND HERE:

https://www.brchitwood.com

The lovely young lady in the picture above is my wife…She is quite the lady…I Love her!

 I married her at the age of consent…

Lester at Dexter High

Lester at Dexter High School

Lester at Dexter High

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BR Chitwood

It Is quite amazing how and why people have the impulse to disfavor you in all kinds of settings – be it a Store, a Movie House, Church, School, sidewalk, a restaurant, anywhere!

Maybe it’s a ‘Social, verbal vitriolic attack because the personal ‘VVA’ remembers the number of times the person ‘has pushed his/her button recently’. Let’s call the ‘VVA’ another name as well, his real name, Lester Hale, the local high school football’s team hero who has shot them to the top of their local Football Division.

As in most cases of ‘Bullying’, the ‘Les’ knows how to sketch the points of where he levels our unsuspecting victim. The most frightening aspect of this ill-guided Teen-ager is that he understands exactly where the key is kept when not being used.

Lester has other problems this day. He watches the kids scratch their heads over the number of police present at the school, checking lockers and classrooms. He also catches the stares from members of the police unit. He is not intimidated by their presence.

He is however eager to know ‘why’ the police presence? The ‘deal’ he has cooked up doesn’t go until the bell rings at 3:15 PM.

Hey, I’m just backing to a few pages of history, and I’m not surprised to find we have had these kids with fouled brains throughout our history. The bastards who get them there have set the tone for their thoughts and their hatred…

Lester is having a marvelous day: he has gotten some real scary faces around him, those who wonder what is coming next from this unregistered member of the ‘KKK’ who has modified their programs of devastation. There is nothing good that will be coming from this group, other than dumbing-down talk and action…their lives, the way they were taught to live them. The kids had a chance, but did they have the positive images of ‘Purple Mountain Majesty’, ‘America the Beautiful’, and ‘A house not divided’ who sang the positive and the beautiful… No, the kids had their music and lyrics written for them by ‘lame duck’ nay-sayers and those shooting the dice for glory and bounty.

 cheeksso much to people coming to America, and, somehow, ‘the melting pot’ became a ‘shooting arcade’, a place you can pick a good fight anywhere.

I cannot spend much time with our Governmental successes – certainly, not in the past couple of years, but it seems the young congress ‘modifiers’ – AOC and her group, are making America somewhat of a Pariah Playground…licking their cheeks and taking our money.

We are so close to becoming a country with all the evil forces of the past settling in for Armageddon.

I am not a ‘Doom-Sayer’ but, now an old man, I worry for my kids, grand-kids, and great-grand kids. We have the greatest motivators in our country coming forward, good and honest people. ‘Bite the bullets’ you need to bite, get rid of the ‘losers’, but, please, get our country running again. We have all you ‘red, white, and blue’ power-movers, and one can hope for here in the USA an emerging country and economy – with lots of gas, food stuffs, and some very large bottles of Champagne.

Come on, America, Let’s get going!

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BR Chitwood – June 1, 2022

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I have written 20 books, 500 blogs, short stories, flash fiction, poetry, and songs…hope you can enjoy some of my work…they are all at https://www.brchitwood.com

Simple Complications

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I have known forever the end to my story…so, why should I think so carefully as I begin to discern the knowledge from my simple yet complicated life?

The compelling observation in these dwindling moments is not so revealing as it is not so outstanding in its epic moments of triumph and its crude missions of self-flagellation and senseless remorse.

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You will find many lives lived which carried these at times debilitating and worthless metaphors. … so very many, I suggest. You might wonder why so many among us have kinship with this affliction. It is my belief that these people (myself, included) have lived their lives with parental guidance when confusion eventually comes from disparate when it lines up with self-flagellation.  Imagine, one parent guiding a child with adulatory tidbits and, moments later scolding for a few minor conflicting incidents. Too many contradictions in a child’s growth can compromise and deal real harm.

It should be understood that the consistency of a child and parents’ relationship depends on their interactions with one another. There is certain hope and much confirmation that this, the positive consistency of good child rearing will produce a more mature and diligent person to walk among.

Then, of course, there are our broken homes, split parent control, generally caused real problems within the marriage, a rush into family…the feeling of the new parents that they can do a better job of raising their children than their progenitors.

Okay, the foregoing is part of family unity and dis-unity. There are DNA inheritance, perhaps an inexplicable and nasty behavior problem, one that grows on into adulthood…The ultimate truth is DNA and bad habits pass on, and, unless the various groups who study all these implications of living, dying, diseases, identifying the worst among the worst – and, cure. God and his wise men parted the seas…could he not under some new terminology bring us all closer to that “Shining house on the Hill?”

Some FATE awaits us…Please, ‘Sweet Divinity’, let the angels sing and bring us ‘Home’. You can do anything, Jesus… Give us ‘You’ with Blessings and a world that only concentrates on Good and peaceful living and adventures that only deepen their faith and bring us closer to those who educate us on new ideas and their theories.

Yes, I know!

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So Much Mayhem and Mud

So Much Mayhem and Mud!

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Papers print the news!

Television shoots the live images!

A senile president can only play ‘Yesterday’!

Can it be that so many of our public Servers are ‘brain dead’?

It is all unfolding before our eyes!

Daily!

Hourly!

Innocents are killed!

The world quakes in disgust!

Where is Superman?

The Militia?

The total outrage!

Can we be this weak in protecting our people?

When the hell is enough, ENOUGH?

We are throwing money away like drunken fools!

Rampant are the fools we trust!

Where is the End?

The last body laid to rest?

Where is the wrath of God?

The tune plays on and on!

Someone must care!

Troops must be everywhere!

Until!

Until the madness is gone!

Until babies can be born again!

Until the reason for living is viable again!

Until gross selfishness suffocates from its labor!

Until the world can awaken to new days!

To brightness and peace!

To merciful giving and love!

It must come!

Doom awaits in the shadows!

Be rid of malice and brutal behavior!

Now, dammit!

Not in a few weeks or months!
Now, dammit!

No more bullshit!

Now, dammit!

Rid us of hypocrisy in Government!

Give us our inalienable rights?

Now, dammit!

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BR Chitwood – May (NOW), 2022

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My 20 books, 500 blog posts, short stories, Flash Fiction, Poetry, Songs can be found at:

https://www.brchitwood.com

Who Do You Think You Are?

Who Do You Think You Are?

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“Who do you think you are?”

“What? Who is speaking?”

“You are, Weirdo! You’re talking to yourself.”

“Hmm! Strange! That’s never happened before…”

“Sure, it has, almost daily, in fact.”

“Whoa! Who the hell are you…and, where are you?”

“In your brain, Idiot!”

“Which side?”

“Which side? Which side? What a dumb-ass question… your frontal lobe.”

“Oh, My God! I’m going nuts!”

“Going? You been working on this for some time, dip-shit!”

“Hey, keep it clean!”

“You’re doing the talking, dip-shit!”

“So, I’m going crazy! The ‘Frontal Lobe’ of my brain is talking to me…so, you eavesdrop on everything I think or say. Is that your function? There’s a ‘left’ and a ‘right’ lobe, right? So, what’s your job ‘Lobe-Meister’?”

“Why did I get stuck in your brain? You are a dummy…but, okay, I’m a functionary part of your brain: the ‘left side’ of the lobe controls the right commands; the ‘right side’ controls the left… You’ve never done this before! Why, now? This chat business”?

“’Never done this before’? Hey, Lobe-Meister, this is as new for me as it is for you. It’s not like I requested this meeting…”

“Okay, okay, something is up, and I have to check it out. Are you hurting anywhere?”

“There is a light quaking sound… No pain. Otherwise, I’m sitting here thinking I’m crazy!”

“Don’t take that off the table as a possibility, because I’ve never had this happen before… I will do my ‘due diligence’ and get back to you. For now, go to bed and sleep for hours.”

“Before you go, what’s the difference between the ‘mind’ and the ‘brain’?”

“Huge subject, pardner… The mind can influence the brain, have a ‘mental force’ – check out ‘Neuro Plasticity and The Power of Mental Force’.”

“That’s it? You are leaving me with that? One last thing: Am I going to be hearing from you on a frequent timeline? Do I have a ‘say’ in the matter? If not, please, don’t come at me when I’m making love or out on a date…”

“Sorry, I cannot make any promises…maybe your thought processes will be enough! Bye.”

“Meant to tell you this earlier: your voice sounds really prissy-like…does God include you with every birth?”

“No comment! I said, ‘Good-bye’!”

“Hmmm!”

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BR Chitwood – May 25, 2022

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All 20 of my books with synopses, 500 blog posts, short stories, Flash Fiction, Poetry, and Songs can be found at:

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When is Tomorrow?

When is Tomorrow?

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 For many, tomorrow never comes!

Why?

Because ‘Tomorrow’ for many is a ‘dream day’, that day when bells ring and all that one has wished to happen – happens! They become rich through a lottery drawing! They hear from their agent that a publisher has decided on their novel, their book of poetry, their historical fantasy. They receive word that The War Has Ended! Twin girls are born! big raise at work! Dream Days that make a Tomorrow rich with blessings and joy.

Because of circumstances, because of educational growth, low IQs, because of inbred anger, poverty, ignorance, laziness, and any number of causal effects, ‘Dream Days’ never come for some of us. No matter our prayers, our hopes and wishes, the Dream Days never come.

In a Democracy, each of us has our Freedom and Liberty to take us to our Dreams and Goals. Some of us are lazy and wait for the world to offer us our dream. It is seldom that will happen, and, when it does happen, the ending will not be easy to watch. Some will turn to crime for a possible rescue from their prevailing state of life, some even to murder…their envy and hatred of those who have worked hard to make their lives satisfying.

So, what is all this gibberish really trying to say…you read the newspapers…you watch the news on TV or hear it on your radios.

It comes down to this!

Our leaders – president, house, senate, state houses must be much better at their jobs, never lose sight of the People for whom they work. Those who use their charm and speaking talent and their enticing promises only as a stepping stone for the lifetime benefits of the Lobbyists and their own greed must be thrown out of office. People like George Soros and the rich who buy their favors cannot be allowed to interfere with government business for the American people. ‘Mr. Clean’ has a hellava job in cleaning up federal, state, and local governments.

If this country can do these things for the American people, we will see some very ugly statistics go speedily down, riots become a ‘thing’ of the past, criminals paying dearly for their crimes, prosperity becoming common for all states. All colors among our citizens are equal now. Then, again, what the hell do I know! I’m just an aging American citizen who wants all we attest to in our founding documents… LIFE, LIBERTY, THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS, PROSPERITY FOR THE PEOPLE OF ALL OUR GREAT COUNTRY…

You read it here! If we have to start over, START OVER!

GOD BLESS AMERICA!

Color me Naïve, Dumb, or, Close!

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BR Chitwood – May 23, 2022

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Too Many Voices

Too Many Voices

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By BR Chitwood

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I yap a lot because I have a lot to yap about – too many voices coming at me in staccato rhythm, someone grabbing me and taking me to play in a pool of blue water (and I actually like this time of the day). Still, it seems so much time is spent on me…all my Mommy and Daddy need to do is patiently allow me to cry at times, laugh at times, poop at times and, of course, change me when they sense a strange smell.

Why can’t they just let me be to do what I want to do at the moment? Well, that’s kind of silly because I am just a baby, exploring every inch of space, checking out everything that comes to my view, exploring, you might say. I have to be fed at certain points in time, bathed at other points in time, dressed and cooed at incessantly, put to crib-bed at a certain hour, and tasks built around me, I must say, are handled in a well-coordinated way.

My Grandpa and Grandma really fuss over me, but not in a doting way – a careful, loving way. My Great Grandma is a joy to be around because she seems to know what these early stages of me are all about. She loves me most tenderly and I think she will be in my growing years for some time.

My body is getting bigger with each passing day, and I’m learning so much from those who love me. One day, I want to make all this wonderful family of mine very proud…it’s just a seed right now, but I can sense where it’s taking me: to a place all who love me will be abundantly pleased…

I don’t know much about those kids who don’t have the love and attention I have every day, but I will learn more with each 24-hour cycle, and my wonderful parents and their wonderful parents will hopefully watch me learn about life and see me always putting my energy and wisdom to the aid of our great country and its people…

Now, it’s time for my afternoon nap.

I’ll talk to you more as the days, weeks, months, and years pass, and I shall never forget the love and sharing that will make me what I am to be.

My name is Owen Orchowski, American born and bred, and Terribly Proud of It!

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BR Chitwood – May 19, 2022

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All my writing is at this site: 20 books (with cover pics and synopses}, 500 blog posts, Short Stories, Flash Fiction, Poetry, and Songs. Please, feel free to browse…

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