Walt C. Snedeker
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About 20 guys in $45,000-plus pickup trucks, each with three or four stupiddogs in a cage in the back show up at an agreed on spot in Dogpatch, Va.
Unca Walt on vacation - "They have new rules about catching lobsters in the Bahamas. The rules, I believe, were concocted by demented US Navy SEALs. They are as simple as they are difficult to obey."
"We walked down a hallway to a bar. Really. A liquor bar. The young blond guy behind the bar took our 29 guilders (about $19) and handed us two dinky little towels, and went back to drawing a beer for a guy sitting at the bar wearing a dinky little towel. Uh, oh."
“Where does your father live? I mean, where is his... castle?” I wasn’t buying this right away, you see. The nice girl-lady to whom I was speaking was a pure California-type.
The cameraman was a big, hulking brute with a face like muted thunder. He looked like he ate the furniture for breakfast.
Uh-oh. Now I noticed. My darling redhead was running all over the house, cleaning up. It could mean only one thing...
The Cleaning Lady was coming!
For thousands of years, Men have felt the irresistible urge to go far out to Sea, and many of them have died. Things got a lot better after boats were invented.
"Here, take this and go give me a sample." “This” was one of those little plastic cups (you know the ones) and she pointed a peremptory finger at the potty door.
With the overhead fans on (and they are) the wind-chill factor brings the ambient temperature of our living quarters to a reasonable imitation of a cool day on Mars.
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Today's scientific question is: What in the world is electricity? And where does it go when it leaves the toaster? by Walt Snedeker
I do not write poetry. My brother wrote poetry. My brother is gone. Clayton is gone. But like him, I sense the tapestry of words.
I tell you truly, Gentle Reader, there are times when you really can get something for nothing... “Wow, Oscar, that sure is an impressive pile of…” I began cleverly.
We all instinctively sense the basic truth that by the time you are able to make ends meet, somebody goes and moves the ends.
By Fuzzy Britches (As Dictated To Walt C. Snedeker) My name is Fuzzy Britches, and I have a really close buddy that goes by the name of Walt. This guy is not my master, as us cats don’t go in for that sort of thing, but he is as close as they can come.
When I'm reincarnated, I want to come back as a fluffy cat in the house of a childless couple. That is the true definition of having it made.
We got the fire out in pretty short order, but the fire extinguisher was one of those white-powder things that really make a mess.
The first thing you should know is that wild boars have no natural enemies. That means that they are not necessarily afraid of you.
Now understand, I could tell that she was trying to be nice, and in the terms of the Sixties, she was obviously cutting me some slack.
So we saw “War of the Worlds”
and Tom Cruise and his dysfunctional kids like to drove me bananas.
It is a truth that when a hot tub comes your
way "free", you're about to take a bath.
And
now... for the hawg hunt story that very nearly din’ git writ...
This one wuz dang close!
Walt C. Snedeker is a retired IBM engineer with a parallel career
as a writer for several magazines. He is the author of The Book Of
Snedekers, an acclaimed genealogy.
The advent of the genealogy and
the many responses received from those who read it spurred further
research about the founder of the Snedeker family name. This inevitably
resulted in the novel, The Cadet, woven around the fascinating life
of Jan Snedeker.
Walt is also the author of several technical books
and many short stories published in fiction periodicals. The father
of two sons, he lives with his wife, Elizabeth, in rural South Florida.
