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Tag Archives: Fred Prout
I DID WHAT???
By Fred Prout Sometimes the most frustrating and aggravating situations can turn into fun stories. Ordinary, every day chores can get you so mad you have to work hard to find the funny side. An eye doctor’s appointment that went … Continue reading
Pass Hope Along
By Fred Prout The after church crowd has dwindled down to T Rex (fka Thomas King) and yours truly. Shirley Shewill comes over coffee pot in hand. T and I have been yakking about things in general. Particularly some of … Continue reading
Screaming Silence
By Fred Prout They don’t make noise. You can walk in the door and not hear a thing. Maybe you can feel a presence. But no sound. The footpads on the carpet are silent. You close the door and feel … Continue reading
Goodbye Darkness My Old Friend
By Fred Prout T Rex (fka Thomas King ) has been hard to find the past few months. The last time we got together was at The Unchristmas Party which was a huge success thanks to Ts efforts. Well, this … Continue reading
How Many Seniors Does It Take …..?
By Fred Prout A funny thing happened the other morning at the Home For Senior Delinquents. First, an explanation. For those of you who may not have reached senior status, a word of warning. I have recently attained the age … Continue reading
I Witnessed a Miracle. Or Maybe It Was a Dog
by Fred Prout Here at the home for senior delinquents, we have two great chefs. Charlie and The Duke. Not the tall white hat chefs. The sit down and have a conversation chefs. A few days ago, one of our … Continue reading
An UnChristmas Story
Don’t worry. No Red Ryder BB gun. No ghosts of Christmas past, present or future. Waking up to the wondrous aroma of turkey and
A Thanksgiving Story
John Tucker died. Outside of Ratcheds, it’s not news. You didn’t know him, why should you care? But John Tucker’s life had meaning. As do all lives. The community of Ratcheds loved John Tucker. And it went both ways. John … Continue reading
Squirrel Droppings / Pumping Irony
By Fred Prout As many of you know, the light of my life for most of a half century was legally blind. So I am not totally ignorant of the problems and how to get around them as best you … Continue reading
One Flew Over The Handlebars
It’s been a wild day in Ratcheds By The Sea. Shirley Shewill, incoming manager of The Ratcheds Senior Center, is conducting an audit of the books and an inventory of supplies. Apparently, some of the members were heisting bananas, coffee … Continue reading
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In Memorium
Everyone here in Ratcheds, and elsewhere, is in mourning today. We learned of the passing of our beloved founder,
NIGHT WINDS
In the wink of an eye, my soul is turning They start in the seconds between wakefulness and sleep.
Dog Rules
By Fred Prout Dogs have their own set of rules. They supersede any that we try to impose on them. Simple: eat, drink, walk, sleep, give love, give more love, empty tanks and, to my dismay, periodically, eat grass and … Continue reading
The Devil In the Router
By Fred Prout I write this as a reformed Luddite. Cancel progress. Too much is too much! Bring back the golden days of radio when we could use our imagination. Orson Wells could play The Thin Man, Lake Woebegone Days … Continue reading
Rows and Flows of Angel Hair
By Fred Prout Stuff! We’ll call it that. But you’ll understand there is a more descriptive word. It’s the nasty stuff that gets in our head, from time to time, and turns a bright, sunny day cloudy. It makes us … Continue reading
Fourth of July, Ratcheds By The Sea
What a great Fourth of July weekend at Ratcheds By The Sea. The weather was perfect. Thirty degrees cooler than inland, and a gentle breeze wafted in from the ocean. The festivities were nonstop starting Friday morning. By the time … Continue reading
The Magic Lamp
I just read a scientific survey. It was published by Fox News. So you know it’s accurate and unbiased. The scientists concluded that 99.6% of the English-speaking population of The United States of America do not understand the concept of … Continue reading
Vertigo or Squirrel Droppings or A Tale of Two Nurses
By Fred Prout My body is revolting. WAIT, WHAT? Alexa, erase that and start over. A follow up to the vividly remembered two weeks without beer. I hope I didn’t give the impression I drink too much. Two possibly three … Continue reading
Rabinowitz’s Pork Roll
By Fred Prout I like beer. Actually, I love beer. I especially love the taste of beer. Bock, Porter, Stout. The thick, dark, stand up a spoon in it, beer. Or, a really hoppy ale. Taste is everything. I know … Continue reading
A Slippery Slope?
By Fred Prout Well, it finally happened this morning. Despite fighting tooth and nail to prevent it for many years, and with every fiber of my being, it happened. Now bear in mind that every terrible event in our lives … Continue reading