last fourteen presidents, by Harry Holdorf

At first, I thought if would be easy fun to blog about America’s last fourteen Presidents. These guys have driven America back and forth across the Conservative-Liberal spectrum, committing numerous injustices and immoralisms along the way. Oh well. I’ve done much...

Goobie Dog, by Harry

I made an agreement with ole Goobie Dog; I don’t make fun of the way his hind end sways, and he doesn’t laugh at how slow I start to walk in the morning. Course, dogs don’t laugh at anything anyway: since the dawn of dogs, they’ve made a pact to never, ever, smile....
Hyperloop

Hyperloop

First, we need the desire. Creativity inspires desire. Desire creates ideas. Today, our modern world is requiring a handy means of getting from San Francisco to Los Angeles, on the ground, in an hour. I submit, looking down on the West Coast from 30,000 feet, it looks...
“Uh … Uh … Uh,”

“Uh … Uh … Uh,”

by Harry Holdorf (first published in the Marin County Coastal Post Online, February 2007) I’m finally acknowledging (at 60), there’s parts of my brain which don’t work right. I’m left handed. While in grade school, I decided to write numbers to...
Max, by Harry Holdorf

Max, by Harry Holdorf

Max vigorously rubbed the sleep off his sixty-seven-year-old face, after muscling the night out of his legs and arms, arching and twisting his back, bringing his body to life with the morning. Feeling his face, after twenty-four thousand, four hundred and...