Tribute to Bear dog

   

Testimony of a Gaddabout

   After driving two days straight, it felt great to get out of my father’s van. My dog, Mr. Bear, was even more elated than I, and showed his appreciation by relieving himself on the nearest available tree trunk. I gave him a few more minutes to investigate the new surroundings, as I am sure he was picking up on a myriad of unfamiliar and delightful smells. My less than spectacular nose also picked up an easily discernible odor, breakfast, which came wafting out of the small diner each time a customer opened the door.

   I put Mr. Bear back into my dad’s work-van, a white ford which he dubbed ‘’Vanna White’’.  It was a fitting name, just as his previous

Introduction to the Inferno

   Hello me. Meet the real me, or at least the latest version of the real me. Lets call it, say... "Me - version 4.2", since the subject of this rambling has morphed many times in the 32 plus years of my existence on this lively terrestrial ball 93 million miles from our parent star, into the person I currently am today. I have taken the road less traveled for most of my life, and though many of those roads have led me astray, they have definitely shaped the person I am today. So I have decided to chronicle my past, present and possibly the future through a series of posts in no particular order, actually probably mostly in disorder. So prepare to be shocked, amazed, disgusted and bewildered from the almost always real life writings and happenings of Ian C. Pfister's - "Welcome to this World".