Well, my old Henry Clay high school baseball team buddy, John, and current Facebook friend, because he didn't unfriend me during the recent election, has encouraged me to write a blog, which I have been doing, here, on my author site. But I have not tried to heavily advertise it. I'm a bit contrarian, a Capricorn, and chicken. If I did become a famous author, my only real goal would be to be interviewed by Charlie Rose. I love that show, and his round wooden table. Continue Reading
Tomorrow Gets Here Fast
The storms have past, and it's a warm day here in Houston. The innocent white cotton ball like clouds randomly drift under the protection of a pure blue sky allowing yellow sunlight to blink down at me. It is at these quiet moments without the interruption from life, or a television, or a radio, or Youtube or whatever other noise making modern device that distracts me, that I listen to that inner whisper. My life sometimes feels like I'm on a high-speed train blurring past reality. But Continue Reading
In My Opinion – Is it a rising or a setting sun?
"Oh every night a baby dies, And every night a mama cries, What makes those men do what they do, To make that person black and blue," ~ Chris Rea, lyrics from - Tell Me There's A Heaven As I work through the editing process and accept, or reject, my editor's recommendations for my forthcoming novel, 5th&Hope, I typically take a break and run my angst off on a Continue Reading
Get in the game!
Since football season has returned at its regular time and slot in our collective lives, it struck me why so many are excited for the new season. I don't think it has anything to do with winning or losing at Fantasy Football. I do think it has a lot to do with being distracted from our daily lives. But more importantly, that we have a fantasy for us to look forward to. Believe it or not, I actually do look Continue Reading
The Red Bandanna – a book, by Tom Rinaldi
"Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air." - Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard This past Sunday morning, as I was mindlessly reading the news, drinking black coffee after I had turned off the television news because I cannot stomach what's spewing out from those talking-heads, I safely surfed over to a rerun for the original Ghostbusters, because I wanted the television noise to fill up Continue Reading
How Do I say, “Thank you”, Deli Selects?
It is not lost on me every, single, time, I walk near my wife's office inside a tall Jersey City building at the banks of the brown Hudson River that I don't marvel at 3 things. Her, she's always number 1, and 2 & 3, the fact I can look out the building's rectangular smoked glass windows and see to my left the gleaming, brand new, after more than 15 years, World Trade Center with this sort of white-ribbed, maybe better, white-winged thing, and to my right, the statuesque, Lady Continue Reading
Orlando – The City Beautiful
It seems appropriate, standing here in Houston, binge watching the news, that it is raining. Because, I'm sad. As a younger man from when my thick hair was naturally dark brown, I lived in Orlando for a decade of my life. I managed the state for a large medical malpractice insurance carrier. I have been in almost every 'nook and cranny' in Florida. I do love Florida, almost as much as I love Kentucky. I met my wife in Winter Park, at Dexter's, not far from downtown Orlando, it was a blind Continue Reading
5th&Hope – Cheapside
I thought I'd share a section from my current novel, 5th&Hope. I'll not tell where in the novel this scene happens, but I suspect some of my childhood friends will know exactly where Cheapside was, and its historical significance. If you read this section, I welcome feedback - and feel free to share. NS -------------------- Cheapside was an innocent looking grassy spot in Lexington next to the old domed Romanesque styled courthouse made from native Greystone Continue Reading
LITTLE BOY – Chapter 1 & 2
I'm writing a story that simply put, comes to me from time-to-time. I have entitled it, Little Boy. I have written the ending, so now I'll begin to write the story. It's a rather emotional, lyrical story. I don't want to cheat the pure feelings and thoughts, as I think they come from my core. So, I don't want to, and will not, force it out of me against some relative time-line. But I will share it in its entirety. If you want to read it, as I journey along with the story, simply sign in to Continue Reading
A Prayer for Pink Petunia
Pink Petunia May 16, 2005 – April 19, 2016 As I rubbed Pink Petunia’s furry neck, I watched our tiny love pass into the next multiverse. That morning, before dawn, she and I had discussed the inevitable. A few days before, a seizure had returned, it robbed her of her ability to easily walk. She would stumble, but she tried hard. She would shrug at me as she looked up at me, as if to ask if I had a solution. I had none. Before I left for work, I had given her one last asparagus treat. She Continue Reading
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