William Lobb's Blog, page 6

I’ve Forgotten How To Simply Be

And the muddy boy’s summer days lasted forever. The only plan ever to cross his mind was to one day, but not any particular day, be a spaceman or jump a train and be a railroad man. How many of those endless days were spent snoozing by the cement and steel trestle looking at the […]

Days In The Swamp Grass

The days I’ve spent bareback and barefoot in the swamp grass, muddy toes, hands behind my head as a pillow against the rough bark of an old oak. Days spent bathing mostly naked in the sunshine of a younger, kinder sun. Hiding from the old woman, perplexed that if she wanted me to waste my […]

November 22, 1963

November 22, 1963, best I can recall… My dad liked Ike and my uncle Ben liked Ike, which meant, through a line I didn’t fully understand, I liked Ike too. Ike made roads and highways, and you needed roads and highways to drive your Ford on, or in Uncle Ben’s case, your Chevy. Uncle Ben […]

I’m still a junkyard boy…

D.O.’s junk yard was the center of the universe and the more I pondered that thought the more it became a plausible reality to me. The cars were a fine mix of Fords and Chevys and MoPars, old and all in some state of semi repair, as we lived the second half of the twentieth […]

When Fascism Comes… Maybe…

I’ve been trying to figure out if I’m more pissed that Biden’s speech last night might have been factual and we are this close to the edge, or just propaganda from the left to scare complacent Democrats to vote. I’m leaning more toward factual. I’ve been seeing this coming since the Tea Party got Palin […]

Twenty-nine Years Today. The Day I Walked Away.

October 28, 1993… that was the day I dumped the last of my Oxy, Percodan, Xanax and sweet Seconal down the toilet. God, I do love Oxy and vodka. Vodka is like air to me. But, on that day, 29 years ago, I simply could not puke and bleed and shake anymore. I decided I […]

A White Bread Sandwich, a scene from the new novel, Water Wars.

In the dream, I was eating a white bread sandwich with my mama. She made one for both of us, and we had some bean soup, and we were both sitting at that little red and black and chrome table with those back breaking uncomfortable chairs in the tiny kitchen. It was cold in the […]

Modern Times

We live in a time and nation where a man who stole top secret government documents, including nuclear secrets, isn’t in jail. There is actually speculation if he will or won’t even be indicted. This guy has so many charges and lawsuits pointing at him I long ago lost count, or interest, truth be told. […]

It Wasn’t The Best Of Times…

It wasn’t the best of times. There are no good ol’ days. It was just another time, with different rules to be ignored, and worked around. We were never victims or suspects because we were all angels. We were free. And we’d cruise the downtown, from the fairgrounds out by the interstate to the big […]

Pictures from a life…

Sometimes it feels like the only way anything makes sense, the only place I make any sense; the only feeling of contentment and accomplishment I can find is right here, among the old and new, and shiny and rusted and bent tools. Some belonged to my father and some belonged to his father. I’ve abandoned […]