730: The Road Less Travelled

Once upon a time there were three bears, and they stopped by the woods on a snowy evening where two paths diverged. They began to argue about which path would be the most advantageous one to take. “I think we should take the path most travelled.” Said the big bear. “I think we should take…

676: Star Car

I like to driveMy little carFrom town to townUpon the roadsBut sometimes when I’m driving soMy car ends up among the cloudsAnd if I travel really farI drive my car around the stars. Photo by Miriam Espacio on Pexels.com

671: Hubert Goes To China

Hubert Horatio Hifflepowder was a renowned world traveller. You might even call him a genuine cosmopolitan. Ask him where he had travelled and Hubert would sniff his nose in your general direction. “More like where haven’t I travelled!” Sneered Hubert. One of the places that Hubert had not travelled was the Vatican City. Well, at…

665: I Took My Yacht To Tuscaloosa

Well, I needed to go to Tuscaloosa. “Maybe you should fly.” Suggested my Butler. I growled. What do I even pay this guy for? What a stupid suggestion. “Maybe you should take a bus.” Said the cook. Her chicken was never any good to begin with. “Maybe you should take a Limo.” Said my wife.…

645: Ain’t Coming Back

I don’t know much, but I know I ain’t coming back. I spent 32 years working at a waste recycling plant on the outskirts of Schar, which is the third largest city on Mars. It was a boring, dreary soul breaking job. I never thought it would get any worse. Boy was I wrong. The…

617: Adventures of A Purpugnugian Spy; Part V

On the fifth day Alfonso visited Portland Oregon, and talked to a college student their who was enamored by the ways of communism. At first Alfonso assumed that she was merely taken in by Che Guevara’s epic hair, but as he talked with the young woman more it became clear the she actually was a…

616: Adventures of A Purpugnugian Spy; Part IV

On the fourth day the Purpugnugian visited a holler in eastern Tennessee, and became friendly with some of the local mountain folk. “We should go swimming down at the swimming hole.” Said one of the mountain people, named Chet. Being a curious sort, the Purpugnugian readily agreed. On the ride to the swimming hole the…

615: Adventures of A Purpugnugian Spy; Part III

On the third day Alfonso ran across a piccolo player who was trying to make her way in life as a traveling musician. Purpugnugians are totally unfamiliar with musical instruments, so Alfonso was extremely curious concerning the workings of the piccolo. “How do you play it? Asked Alfonso. “You just blow into it, and cover…

614: Adventures of A Purpugnugian Spy; Part II

On his second day on Earth the Purpugnugian spy saw a man carrying a heavy load on his back. “Why are you carrying that heavy load on your back?” Asked the Purpugnugian. “Because I am a serf.” Replied the man. “It is my job to carry this heavy load for the lord whom I serve.”…