Category Archives: Creative Work

By Fred Prout This was supposed to be a Christmas story from Ratcheds. Maybe I can morph into that after I vent my spleen over newly disclosed events. Recently I saw an announcement that cuts to the core. Just a … Continue reading →

By Fred Prout Something about this time of year. Holidays. Birthdays. Year ending. Year beginning. I guess it’s just a good time to take stock of your life. Stop and think about it. Where are you going? Where have you … Continue reading →

By Fred Prout Somewhere around my tenth year, I had a brilliant idea. If I wore eyeglasses the gangsters in school would stop beating the crap out of me. It never occurred to me that my being a sickly kid … Continue reading →

By  Fred Prout  Transient observations of a couple of life’s absurdities.  This piece has absolutely, positively no reference to one am wake up calls and not wearing hearing aids. Promise!!! It is possible to do two things at the same … Continue reading →

I love chicken and dumplings. Living and traveling in the south you learn about comfort foods. Biscuits the size of a softball and the weight of a feather. Slathered

By Fred Prout  Here it is almost August. I don’t understand how that happened. Did anyone else notice that the earth is spinning faster than ever? Time goes faster. Seems like not that long ago we were planning to retire … Continue reading →

I have often said, in jest, that my musings have become famous on three continents. The U.S., Canada and England. Geography teachers please withhold your scorn. I write a lot of made up stuff. But, sometimes, it’s based on facts. … Continue reading →

By Fred Prout A good friend recently made a very important life change. Twelve miles as the crow flies. A quantum leap to a totally different life style. As an introduction to her new environs she wrote a piece about … Continue reading →