How I know it's through
The flashing blue and red lights
Taillight must be out
About the Creator
Adam H. Johnson
The absurdity and wonder of the world fascinates me. This is why I am so drawn to both travel and humor, two passions of mine that I have indulged regularly. I am a civil servant by day, and an aspiring writer by night. Write on.
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Lucky Penny
Fifty years prior, give or take a week or two, when the town maintenance crew laid down the new sidewalk, there had been a movement sponsored by the local Rotary Club to plant 1,000 new trees in the community. This attempt at civic beautification was meant to serve dual purposes – revitalize the town after a period of economic and emotional downturn in the 1960’s due to a disproportionately high number of young local casualties of the foreign war in Vietnam, and allow the local Rotary Club to fulfil their nationally mandated service project for fiscal year 1971. With little to argue against, the town council passed the measure 7-0 and 1,000 oak saplings were introduced to bare patches of dirt all around the town, each sapling unaware of their ordained roles as saviors of the recovering township.
By Adam H. Johnson 5 years ago in Criminal
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
By Jazzy 3 days ago in Confessions
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Brilliant...and I do not want to know the ending... ;)