Hello everyone, everywhere,

Once again I cheated something very dark. I am so glad to be healthy again. Got one more test to go.

On the good side, everyone did their jobs and the castle now belongs to another. And me? Well, I’m enjoying every moment, like I always have, but now with even more sense to realize…yes, just to realize. That’s it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts and…rest. Until we meet again at Bobby and Bernice Loosecannon’s World Famous Home of Ear Testing and Music Shop (All Under One Roof) Emporium, where our slogan is If the music is too loud, we’ll just crank up those hearing aids! on the corner of Whatdoyouneed Road and Whathaveyougotboulevard. Can’t miss it. Right next to where Carol lives. You’ll know her by her missing tooth.


War Guy

It was all a fuss (don’t you know). The fuss? Well didn’t you hear? Dickie Nolan’s back. Damn war. Any damn war. For whatever the reason.

Yep, Dickie was born and raised here. Oh some folks would say, what’s to forget? He was always a free bird (for sure, they’d say that).

Dickie Nolan’s parents are waiting vigilantly for Dickie to arrive. They got a letter, damn straight on that one. It said: Corporal D Nolan. Case #67897 has mental problems. The govement called it PTSD. Those in the know knew old Horance Nolan didn’t understand. And so, he was afraid. But he’d never tell you that out loud. (You can shout bingo on that one).

Dickie Nolan was sitting passively beside a fellow soldier. He finally saw what he needed. He was almost right with that. Home. Four years is an eternity. Dickie looked at himself for only a tick. He would like to think that if he tried hard all those memories of growing up here in Charlie Falls would return.

As they drove down Main Street (which is four lights long), Dickie spotted a banner: Welcome Home Corporal Dickie Nolan! The sergeant stopped the car about a half block from the townspeople and the banner and such. The sarge looked at Dickie and said, “Dick, this is not going to be easy for anyone. I suggest you walk that half block by yourself.”

So with tears in his eyes Dickie saluted his sergeant and started walking. Funny, on a warm sunny afternoon that half block walk could be so hard to do.

Finally there was no escaping it. Dickie found himself face to face with his parents. His mother cried, not hard (you get me), but it was enough to break down. When he met eyes with his father they slowly moved close enough to hug. So what do you think? They hugged.

Of course this crying from a soldier…well, some in the know…well their thoughts were more to thinking that the boy was broken. Might as well go as stay. Show’s over.

Dickie’s dad look at him and smiled an old smile, but a smile just the same.

And I guess at that moment of time Dickie Nolan felt, “I’m back”.

That’s all.


By jamesghutcheson


Hello everyone, everywhere,

Sorry this is going to be short. I’ve been in the hospital since Friday; I’ll be here at least until Thursday. My body had some kind of meltdown and I’m replenishing. That’s all.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts…and rest. Until we meet again at Dr. Derwood and his lovely wife Francine Clown’s  Home of the One Stop Foot Wash and Teeth Cleaning (All Done in the Same Room at the Same Time), where the slogan is Dr. Derwood cleans your teeth while Francine massages and washes your feet. That’s right folks, we may be a couple of clowns but we are all business.


 IV Man

Lucas Tyler Stanton found himself, once again, in the hospital. His functions had given out: bladder infection, kidney failure, down four pints of blood from internal bleeding. It all seemed to happen because he was taking a pill for comfort. He took that pill for two years with no knowledge that it was working his body and heart four times as hard for everything (and I mean everything) he did. Before the doctors came to a conclusion he went through test after test. A CAT scan happened. Talk of cancer popped up.

Oh well, now all he has to do is rest, knowing his best friend died in the unit right next to him. Yes you see some fears can be scarier than the first one.

That’s all.


By jamesghutcheson


Hello everyone, everywhere,

Sorry about last week. I was very ill, but I bounced back because Michelle and Dean came over with all the good stuff, and Dean shoveled my walk for me. Unreal.

These last few days have been a flippin’ roller coaster. The castle is finally gone. Thank you Merv.

Got back to playing today. My hands are very sore from moving furniture. It was a big house. Lots of stuff. It’s incredibly great to be back playing this morning.

While I’m looking for my new roost, Michelle and Dean have adopted me. Michelle’s goal is to fatten me up because, believe me, I need it. It’s been a long year. Well I guess that is it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts…and rest. Until we meet again at Mervin and Poonie Fagin’s World Famous House of Horrors (like scary dude!) And Yoga Classes (Relaxing Stretches and Stuff) Emporium on the corner of HeyThat’sMyStuff Boulevard and CatchMeIfYouCan Street. That’s all.



Tom knew it was moving day. It had been coming for some time. You’d think that after doing this most of his life people would wonder (and you know they would) why Tom didn’t know how to just get on with it.

But for Tom Southerson, this move seemed to be a hard one. (Don’t you know). I guess the older you get the colder the breeze seems to be, and the days stretch, and the sun’s yawns are just, well, good enough.

Tom said goodbye to all the neighbours who would talk to him. (And there weren’t many). He always took great pleasure in all the  neighbours trees. He loved the trees. He just didn’t like the neighbours. And they didn’t like him.

Well, everything was off the deck. Tom looked around and said, “Well, time to go.” It had been a long time since Tom was on his own. He got that ache in his chest when he realized he was going to be alone for a long time. But then he blinked and saw that he had a lot of incredible people around him. It was a new life coming. Tom knew it was time to go.

This was the day that Tom Southerson moved on.

That’s all.


By jamesghutcheson


Hello everyone everywhere,

The castle has sold, and in spite of all this, today is Michelle’s birthday. And that makes me happy. She turned 25 today. That’s what we’re staying with. She’s beautiful, she’s an incredible wife to Dean, and she’s an incredible editor and friend to me. If you knew this person you wouldn’t believe it. She just is…good. That’s it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts if only for a moment…and rest. Until we meet again at Tony and Lucinda Bowel’s Home of Learn to Knit School And We Teach The Best Skeet Shootin’ Emporium.  (It’s great folks, and right outside at the same time as your wife is knitting, we teach skeet shooting).



Now Ellie Kramber was a 42 year old school teacher. She was very kind to everybody.

Well, one day her friend, Mary Austin Spedodo, asked Ellie if she would take care of her cat, Chester Field. (Mary Austin called him that because she liked the name Chester and she liked fields). Ellie didn’t know anything about animals, and she forgot names like crazy. It’s not that I don’t like cats, Ellie said to herself, but that one seems to be staring at me pretty good and I’m not sure who’s going to win this battle.

Mary Austin Spedodo said, “Ellie, would you just watch him for the day? But you’ve got to keep your eyes on him because he likes to get away. Whatever you do, don’t let him get outside.”

Ellie said, “No problem there, my dear, I’m think it’s covered just fine.”

So the next day, true to her word, Mary Austin shows up with her cat Chester Field.  Now Ellie has  the cat and Mary’s waving goodbye, and Chester is already having a fit. Here we are, 9 a.m., and Ellie’s holding onto a cat that she does not know and probably is not going to like very much either. But you never know how the day is going to go.

This story has a sort of a happy, tragic ending. Chester Field started the day by relieving himself on Ellie’s clothes that were lying on the floor in the closet. After that, Chester went over to where Ellie was sewing buttons on a shirt. He liked the buttons because they twinkled when he hit them. So Chester kept hitting them. Oops, one fell. Oops, that’s a mistake, that’s not good, another one fell.

Ellie is kind of…I don’t know…docile, and truly not up to Chester Field’s antics.  He’d gotten three buttons off that shirt when he heard a noise and had to leave his business. He thought to himself, this Ellie woman just isn’t doing it for me. I’ve got to get out and stretch my legs.

Ellie had gone to hang rags out on the balcony, and coming in and out distracted her from closing the door on a bright sunny day.

Chester Field thought, I’m out of here. This woman just can’t keep it together.

So out the door he went.  One spring up and one spring down, and he’s out. Now he can finally stretch his legs.

Back lanes are not a cat’s best friend sometimes when the cars are flying. Chester thinks to himself, I’ll just jump up on these balconies and those cars won’t touch me. So he jumps up on one, and then he springs to another, and then one more, if you can believe it. (But I know you can). But that was the end of his walk. Because Norah Fledamo, the greatest cat lover in the building thought she’d won a prize. She grabs Chester and says, “I’ve got a cat!”

Now Ellie, being the good person she is, had forgotten about poor Chester an hour ago. Until she went in the cupboard to grab the clothes that had fallen off the hangers and…say no more, say no more…. Ellie yells, “Where’s the cat! This cat has ruined my clothes but I can’t give him buh-heck Now I have to find this damn…I mean darn…cat.”

Meanwhile, back at Norah’s place, Chester is thinking to himself, I thought that Ellie woman was a bit slow and redundant, but this one’s right crazy. I’ve got to get out of here. He looks at the screen and thinks, this woman is better than Ellie. The screen dor is wide open, so he jumps up, flies out of her suite, jumps on the balcony, onto the road, and for some crazy reason, starts heading back to Ellie’s. And he doesn’t much care for her either.

Well Ellie’s hanging over her balcony crying, when she sees Chester. “What did Mary Austin say to do? Oh yes, crinkle some tin foil.” So she tells Chester not to move, whips into the apartment grabs her tin foil, and comes back. She rips off a part, and thinks to herself, I paid a lot of money for this, and not for using it for a cat. Oh well, anyways, on to the story.

She grabs a handful and crumples it up in the air so Chester can see it. Well, Mary Austin was right. Chester came bouncing right back up again. Ellie grabs Chester (in a loving way of course), takes him in, and closes not only the screen door, but the glass door too. Not ten minutes later Mary Austin phones and says, “I’m on my way to pick up Chester. Was he great or what?”

Ellie chokes a bit and says, “Well I wouldn’t want to do it reguarly but he was fine.”

Chester sits back in the sun and thinks, yeah, I peed on her clothes, I met a crazy woman, and it was a hell of a day. That’s all.

(Never ever give up).

By jamesghutcheson