Hello everyone, everywhere,

This Christmas season has once again taken a toll on me. I told no one but Michelle how sick I really was. I had an infection in my lower lungs and I couldn’t get it out, even though I had started using a puffer to avoid COPD. I realized immediately that I needed help and went to my doctor; he’s a really good doctor and was on it right away. I spent the whole season by myself, getting rid of so much poison from my body. I’ve come out the other side now, but I’m physically and mentally exhausted.

I’ve got a great team of people around me andI feel nothing but strength and energy from them. I’m definitely feeling better, and now I will start filling myself with protein, and getting my health back. I’m not writing a story this week because I just don’t have a tale to tell you, at least not one that you want to hear. But next week we’re going into a whole new year and I’ve got a great story I’m working on. Next year I’m going to publish; that’s my goal for 2016–to have my work out there to be bought. I need to go through some steps to do  it, but this year is the time. I’m leaving all my old, sad, and bad memories behind. My health is the only thing that concerns me, and now I’m on the upswing for sure.

Last week Dean and I went to Edmonton to watch the Oilers take on the Winnipeg Jets. I cheered for the Jets and Dean of course cheered for the Oilers. The Jets outplayed them but crazy, but the Oilers won–go figure. Dean and I made a bet and now I owe him a pair of socks (which I already bought).

Today Dean and Keegan are going to Star Wars, Michelle looks great, and I forgot my brush.

Until next week, now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts…and rest.


By jamesghutcheson


Hello everyone, everywhere,

This week I wanted to take a minute to remember old friends. It’s hard to believe that almost everyone I knew is dead or gone. So I always start day to day at ground zero and I create new memories with the new people that I wish to be with. I now surround myself with only positive people because that’s the way I am, and I won’t sit and listen long to a sad face. I can do that on my own if I need to. But I choose to be happy, and I choose to be the greatest musician and writer that I can possibly be. I think the most important thing that’s happened to my life is my friend Michelle, because it’s taken her years, but she’s almost got me believing I’m a good person. And for that reason, she’s not only my writing partner, she’s my best friend.

In this time of holidays and cheer and all that, everybody takes a minute to remember those who are less fortunate. The less fortunate are too busy taking care of themselves to thank you, but I’m sure they’re grateful. I know I was many times. I have learned from Michelle that sometimes just a smile and a soft word is stronger than any sword you’ll every make.

So all of you have a wonderful holiday the best you can, wherever you are and for whatever you do. Make it peaceful, make it count, care, smile and love. That’s it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest.


Jim Drumming

Funny sometimes how things turn out. One day Howard Grumble got a phone call out of the blue. It was a voice that Howard didn’t think he’d be hearing. The call was to tell him that his ex-wife had sold the old homestead. The caller said to Howard, “You’ve got paper from the lawyers. Maybe you can get something out of it.”

Howard thought for a minute and said to the caller, “Seventeen years ago I almost died and my ex-wife hated me so much she told no one that I had been in an accident.”

Howard got a permanent brain injury in the accident. He was good with that. (I mean you have to be, or it wins).

So anyway, Harold sat down in his very nice little place and tried very hard to remember why his past was so very dark. He looked up, gathered courage, and at the same time realized…sell the house? You bet. For me the magic is gone and so are you. For all involved in my world, this issue is now buried along with my friends.

In the end, Harold stopped trying to remember, because when he thought about it, some memories were just not worth the trouble.

That’s all.


By jamesghutcheson


Hello everyone, everywhere,

It’s starting to look a lot like…winter. I’m probably supposed to say Christmas, but I’m thinking winter. I haven’t seen the sun in three days, it’s dull, it’s snowing–not very much fun. I’ve got to get a sun light.

Michelle and I went and took care of a problem I had. I took Michelle with me the other day to help me check out the price of a bed. She haggled it out with the saleswoman while I just tried out the beds and said I like this one and I like that one. Well as things will go, Michelle thought it would be safe to send my out on my own on Thursday to get my bed because I now had all the information. So I went by myself, and I bought a bed. It was the wrong bed, and it was $800 more than the bed I was supposed to get. I thought I’d done great work and I went home with my sales slip and was smiling. And then, I don’t know, I felt like a cold wind coming over me, and I knew I had to phone Michelle. Well I phoned her all right, and I told her how much I paid, and how well I did. Michelle had a stroke on the phone. Apparently I had really screwed up. So Sunday Michelle and I together (you’d better believe it), went and got that bloody bed for $840 less than I had originally paid (for the wrong bed). I’m very happy, but the saleswomen don’t like Michelle. I don’t care, I still like her and I got the bloody bed, 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, here’s a little something that I think is on par for the season.



Sally Whitaker was outside of her house one day, playing in the snow. Eleven year old, pigtails, maybe a tad overweight. (No fault of hers–something her mother kept in her jeans did it).

Anyway, her friend, Nellie Smart was coming from across the street. (She lives there). Nellie was so excited she yelled, “Christmas is almost here!”

Sally said, “I’m not so excited.”

“How come, chum?” Nellie asked.

Well, I think of all the people who are alone, or sick, or worse, who are soldiers”, Sally sighed.

“You know what, Sally? For some reason, Christmas is supposed to make you happy. The whole world has Christmas, right? So, get over yourself! (Flin Flon!)”

Sally looked at her friend and said, “I don’t know if the whole world has Christmas, but for the kids in all of us, you are right, Nellie.” And then Sally looked at her little friend, the two of them standing in the snow, seeing how beautiful it felt this season.

“Let’s go sledding down the hill with the rest of the kids”, says Nellie.

“Yes, let’s do it,” says Sally.

Nellie says, “I mean, we’re only eleven girlfriend.”

So off they went, to do what kids are supposed to do. Have fun!

As they were coming home after a long day of fun, the two little girls were pretty tired out. And as they got to Sally’s house, Nellie said goodbye and started to cross the street (at the light). Sally yelled, “How did you get so sweet,Nellie?:

Nellie turned and smiled at her friend and said, “My Gramps. He told me if you stop seeing the beauty in the world then  you see nothing but darkness. And darkness becomes you.”

That’s all.


By jamesghutcheson


Hello everyone everywhere,

This week has been sensational. I’ve had time to write and rest. Now I’m sitting with Michelle and we just finished editing my story. Before I could digest it all Michelle started talking Jabberwocky to me. I don’t speak Jabberwocky; I’ll have to learn. (I think not). I asked Dean and he doesn’t speak it either.

It’s been a week off for the band but I’ve been going in and playing on my own. I just love it. My drums are like a girlfriend to me. I just can’t be away from them. (I guess that would be a girlfriend you like). Well anyway on that girlfriend thing…that’s kind of an empty subject for me at this time. But I’m hoping. My plan this year is to carry mistletoe around in my pocket. We’ll see who is kissing who.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest. It gives me great delight to present…



Well hi there! I’m Bobby Simpson. Nine years old and thoroughly convinced the world has had it. I mean, every day my dad hangs his head when no one is looking. My mom says he’s getting laid off his job after 25 years.

And I wonder why everyone hates everybody. People dying just for being people; that scares me. (I’m a people, you know).

So I go where I always go when I need to calm myself from being afraid. I go into the woods and talk to the trees. I tell them how I feel, and like magic, the breeze wakes the branches so they can answer. Oh, not in words, more a rustling, you see.

Night is my time, and I feel warm and safe under night’s dark blanket, with only a few wondrous stars to help me see my way. Supposing, and I mean I’m just supposing, I had three wishes for Christmas. My first wish would be for smiles instead of frowns, and my second wish would be for a little snow and fun. And for you older folks, what I think I would do with my third wish is I would wish for some peace in the world…if only for a moment.

That’s all.


By jamesghutcheson


Hello everyone, everywhere,

This week’s been great. My head’s back.

On Friday night I saw an incredible concert where my friend Alisa sang. It was a wonderful evening filled with much food and memorable music. Alisa is a soprano and I had no idea how gifted she is. She truly has a beautiful voice.

I got my new car. In the story you’ll find some of the things that happened to me and some that I may have embellished a touch.

Before I go today I have to tell you about Michelle. She went to the gym today work out. When she was leaving she couldn’t find her clothes anywhere. She went from locker to locker and looked and looked, but no clothes. She finally decided that she was going to go to the front and say, “I’m sorry I left my locker unlocked and maybe you have my clothes. Or someone else is wearing them.” But to our lovely Michelle’s surprise, as she turned her head, she saw something she wasn’t quite sure she saw. She double-checked. Oh yeah, she was in the men’s locker. And that will do it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment and…rest. Until we meet again, have a laugh with Benny. That’s it.


White Car

Benny Spitzallday wakes up Wednesday morning happy as a lark (or a penguin), for today Benny will be getting in his new car and going to work to show everyone. Well, that’s the way it’s supposed to go.

You see, Benny thinks of himself as a shrewd businessman. And when he was driving downtown Tuesday afternoon in good old Watchyourstep Falls, just outside of town he saw an old man sitting on the side of the road, and beside him was a beautiful white car. A little car that cried out, “Benny, you need me!”

Benny pulled over and said to the old fellow, “Is this car for sale?”

The old man look up at Benny and said, “Three thousand dollars or best offer.”

Benny Spitzallday looked at the car and the old man. He smiled to himself and thought, I’ll take this car from this old man and smile all the way to the bank. So Benny strolled around the car and said to the old man, “I know about everyone here in Watchyourstep Falls but I don’t remember you.”

The old man laughed and said, “Oh, I live in Tripwire Falls.”

“That explains it”, Benny spouted out.

Benny thought, okay, low ball at $2,200. Don’t go over $2,600.

The old man said, “I’ve got another guy interested so you’d better decide.”

So Benny walked around the car and whistled a bit and said to himself, “Watch me low ball this guy.” Slowly he turned and said, “Twenty six hundred dollars firm!” (That was great haggling there. Top dollar. First offer. Smoooooth).

The old man said, “If you can be back with the money and a rope you can be on your way. I’d hate for the other guy to show up.”

Benny knew a deal so he said, “Don’t leave. I’ll be right back with the cash.” As he jumped in his car he called back to the old boy, “Write up a bill of sale.” And he was off.

Benny rushed to the bank and got his money. As he was leaving he waved to his pal Henry and yelled, “Henry, I’m getting this great car from this old guy. He hasn’t got a clue I’m ripping him off.”

When Benny pulled up to the car he smiled to himself, looking at the old guy. What a rube.

Folks, this is where it picks up a bit. Benny jumped out and said, “Hey I got the money. Did you write up the bill?”

The old fellow smiled and said, “Give me the money and take her away. And don’t forget the key.”

Benny gave the old guy the money and tied the car to his bumper. As he left, he laughs to himself.

Well, here’s the kick folks. (And I’m not whistling Nancy). You see, old Floyd Nutter was getting a ride from his son-in-law from Tripwire Falls to Watchyourstep Falls. Floyd’s son-in-law makes Floyd sit in the back seat and goes on and on. You should do this. Or do that. Why can’t  you? And finally it ends as usual, “You know Floyd, Helen and I can’t do it all.” And then, just outside of town, Floyd’s son-in-law Dan ran out of gas. And so does the car.

Dan the son-in-law got out of the car and said, “Floyd, if I wasn’t so busy taking care of you this stuff wouldn’t happen.” Then Dan, the grouchy son-in-law said to Floyd, “Here’s the key. Do you think you can watch the car until I return with the gas? I mean it Floyd, can you?”

So back to Benny Spitzalot. When Officer Bob showed up at his house later that day to retrieve grouchy Dan’s car, it wasn’t pretty. Officer Bob scolded Benny for buying grouchy son-in-law Dan’s car. And then he gave him back his money. Benny cried a lot that night.

Son-in-law Dan was so fumed he wouldn’t utter one word all the way home. Old Floyd sat in the back seat and laughed at Dan all the way home.

Which brings us to the end of the story of Benny Spitzalot’s new car. Sometimes the old folks get one in. Sorry Benny. That’s all.


By jamesghutcheson