“Ain’t no football player ever done anything like this! No lawyer, no businessman and especially ain’t no politician ever done something like this!” My compliments to Jim Bishop feed his ego, and his pride responds the only way it knows how; with angry arrogance. Jim Bishop has dedicated...
The sun streamed in through the patio doors, warming my toes as it spilled across the bottom of the bed. My mom snored softly to my right and my sister slept silently to my left. Through the wall, I could hear the muffled giggles of children waking up. Squinting, I rolled over my sister and...
She bursts into the ring at full gallop, kicking up dust as she circles around toward the many brightly colored capes that are being fluttered her way. This first cow is small, maybe 250 pounds at most, with nubby little horns. Her initial cape passes are impeccably performed by Coleman Cooney,...
Emerald Bay: Departure
A school of porpoises quickly scurry past our boat with such ease, the hopeful salmon run up the rocky weir, a lone seal feasts upon the spawning spectacle, a killer whale moves in to feed off the frenzied multitude; and, before us, he catapults straight out of the water,...
Imagine trekking along miles of stretched earth, sun-baked, and looking down cliffs. Imagine carrying a small backpack over your shoulder and climbing up sand dunes that resemble Egyptian pyramids. This trip that my friend Jim invited me to was like a pilgrimage in the Far East, yet we were in the...