There was these two fellers talking one morning down at the courthouse, as I came upon them as I was stretching my legs. The night before was the stuff of comedy and astonishment. Years later I had a buttload of trouble accomplishing things, and at that time, I was genuinely trying to stay away fromContinue reading “A buttload of trouble”
Author Archives: Tim Bryant
The Incredible Balanced Man
P-Town (That would be Peoria, Illinois – let’s see if it plays in Peoria.)December 9, 2021 I was over to P-Town today just to see what I could see. I went over to P-Town, baby, just to see what I could see. I was surfing for you baby, and my own sweet destiny. Well, sir,Continue reading “The Incredible Balanced Man”
Hitch-hiking through the ages
June 6, 2022BNormal, Illinonois I went to Batteries Plus and dropped off a bag of batteries that I’d been saving for the past three years and then went to the MJ store, where business was boomin’. The jovial security guard was urging people to come on in and get in line as there were twoContinue reading “Hitch-hiking through the ages”
From my friend Jackie
Jackie and Her Grandma
Placebo Effect
The author reflects on nostalgic memories of Murrell’s Inlet, South Carolina, highlighting a hitchhiking journey in 1976. Through various encounters, he experiences themes of belief, vibes, and the placebo effect, illustrating how perceptions shape reality. An unexpected rock from Auschwitz sparks thoughts on good and bad vibes related to belief.
Placebo Effect
March 16, 2023 A friend and I were reminiscing about Murrell’s Inlet in South Carolina, where he had a job for two summers singing and playing guitar in the evening. He said, “I spent the summer of 1977 playing music under the live oak trees with Spanish moss hanging down and the sea at myContinue reading “Placebo Effect”
Itchin’ and jumpin’
March 13, 2023 I got something at the Dollar Store yesterday, and the checkout gal allowed that her left hand was itching, which meant she was going to spend money. If it was her right hand that was itching, it meant that she would *receive* money. I allowed that when my right eye goes toContinue reading “Itchin’ and jumpin’”
American Hippie
Back in the early 70s I caught a sundown ride out of Albuquerque going, supposedly, all the way to St. Louis. It was a guy from ABQ who had talked with an old high school flame from STL and decided baby this is it, hang on ’cause I’m comin’. The deal was we would tradeContinue reading “American Hippie”
Reverse Shitlist
My brother Pat had a shitlist, or rather a reverse shitlist. He was a loner by choice, and a proud one at that. He liked to hitch-hike, same as me, but we never did it together so as to have our own special experiences and then to report back to each other and compare notes.Continue reading “Reverse Shitlist”
