William Lobb's Blog, page 2

Jake and Salsa Lizano

I’m reading this sub Reddit and the discussion is from the American traveler commenting that everything there, in Costa Rica, is so outrageously expensive and how do the locals afford it. The first guy to comment says, “Rice and beans and eggs and Salsa Lizano. That’s what the poor people live on, and everyone is […]

Rachel and Woody

(I cannot find who owns the rights to this photo, but I had to use it.) I’ve always kind of had an odd thing with Rachel Maddow. Not love hate, I just can’t decide how I feel about out her. She’s very smart, but she also has a book to sell. She’s a “liberal pundit” […]

My American Manifesto

I get it, I really do. I’ve always been working class; I’ll always be working class. If one of my books was turned into a movie or I won the lottery (both equally unlikely) I’d still work on cars and enjoy digging holes on the hottest summer day, welding stuff, banging nails. I love fixing […]

Maybe It’s just Because It Gets Dark So Early Now…

Sometimes when the grandboy sleeps over he wakes with a start from a bad dream or scary thought, and he comes in by me and asks if he can sleep in our bed. I find it amusing, because while he is busy mastering his inner tough guy, he falls victim to the same 3am troubles […]

Memories Of A Dream

This might have been a dream about the farm, again. I’m resolved that I’ll never stop dreaming of that place, now eradicated. I could have survived knowing it was sold and some other farmer’s cows were in the fields, out by the scary snake infested ponds, but it’s not like that. It’s not like anything […]

Memories Or Dreams

This might have been a dream about the farm, again. I’m resolved that I’ll never stop dreaming of that place, now eradicated. I could have survived knowing it was sold and some other farmer’s cows were in the fields, out by the scary snake infested ponds, but it’s not like that. It’s not like anything […]

An Open Letter, Thoughts On Thirty Years Not Drunk

This is a letter to a young man who is going through it. He is me and I am him. This is written to both of us. A month ago, I didn’t know him at all. On many levels, I still don’t. On another level, I’ve known him all my life. I’m writing this to […]

I Don’t Know What To Say

I’ve been writing for a long time. I’ve only taken any of this writing stuff seriously for maybe the past ten years. More like the past eight. I’m truly honored when someone reads my books or essays. Writing is a personal act and, at times, a defiant act. When someone reads my work, and enjoys […]

Nights Like This…

On the nights like this, I take out the fake teeth and put them in a jar. I feel the old broken bones, and the rods and screws, and miscellaneous replacement parts. I consider that piece of metal that was left in my body and we never talked about it again. I felt it there […]

Heaven Enough

My father-in-law was an accomplished photographer. He traveled the world and brought home some beautiful images of African photo safaris, the Australian outback, even from the Darian Gap that separates Panama and Columbia. I wasn’t so sure he’d make it back from that one, but there was a special bird in that deadly place, full […]