Excuse me, What Isle is Love In?

So I went to CVS to drop something off that I eventually had to go back for, and eventually,  I did.  On my way out, I was walking through the isles, and I noticed there was a woman working there stocking the shelves.  She was a fine woman.

She was bending over stocking the lower shelves.  Then she stood up to stock the upper shelves.  The she bent over again.  I was entranced, looking at her as I was walking out of the store.

When I got to the corner, I realized oh shit!  I left the store without paying for the water I was now drinking.  I said oh let me run back there and pay for it, and I’ll get to see the woman again as well.

I went back and she was now on the register.  I apologized and paid for the water.  You know, kind of being flirty a little.  I smiled, and she smiled back, then I left to go to the gym. I was in a rush.

While I was at the gym I was thinking about her bending over and obviously I had to go back there again to pick something up I dropped off earlier.

When I walked into the store for the third time, Bobby Caldwell was playing on the store radio.  “I came back to let you know, I gotta thing for you, etc.”  That’s before my time, but the timing couldn’t be more perfect!

I’m like man if this ain’t synchronicity at its finest, I don’t know what is.  So I played along.  The woman was stocking the shelves again so I casually walked into the next isle  across from where she was, and I pretended to be browsing the shelf directly opposite of her.  The song was still playing, and I was humming it trying to set the mood and get her to notice me.

I thought maybe she would see me in the other isle looking at her across the shelf, and laugh, maybe connecting the music the fact that I was just in there flirting with her and now I was back again???

Ahhh.  She didn’t get it.  Whatever, I guess I was the only one feeling it.  I don’t know.

Cinco de Mayo

Cinco de Mayo, or the Fifth of May is a Spanish celebration in remembrance of the Mexican’s Army victory over the French Empire.

The Battle of Puebla occurred on May 5th, 1862.  Mexico’s victory was surprising, and naturally provided a major boost in moral for the Mexican Army.  The French were better armed, more prepared, and outnumbered Mexican forces, but Mexico was inspired under President Benito Juarez. 

They not only slowed the French army, but they forced it to retreat, regroup, and Napoleon III had no other choice but to send additional manpower to site.  On May 9th, 1862, President Juarez declared Cinco de Mayo a national holiday.

Unfortunately, by the 17th of May, the French Army made a full recovery and were  victorious in their second attempt at the Second Battle of Puebla.  Eventually, the Capital fell and the French pushed on to Mexico City forcing Juarez’s Government into exile.

Either way, we’ll celebrate the day.  Happy Cinco de Mayo! 

Thank You

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Dichotomy – A Short Story of Good and Evil

Part 2 – I wanted to let my readers know that this short story is turning into a long one, and I think I’m just going to let it lead the way and see where it takes me.  Below is just a summary of Chapter 12, and I’m going to conclude here.  Thank you.

Chapter Twelve

     Of course Gary was getting very upset when Maureen was explaining her situation with Guy.  Fortunately, Gary was really understanding because he knew certain powers and influences were just beyond their control.  The fact that Maureen claims she was paralyzed during the incident, well, it is possible.

     Their conversation takes a slight turn as Maureen starts to shift a little blame on CCU for using their relationship, and more importantly, marriage, as a trap for catching evil time travelers.  She claims if their relationship hadn’t been used in such a way than maybe her and Guy would’ve never crossed paths.  Good point.

Either way, their vacation is coming to an end, and Gary will now take his position at Area 31, CCU headquarters.

Thank you for reading along.


Dichotomy – A Short Story of Good and Evil

Part 2

Chapter Eleven 

Wow.  Holy shit!  What the fuck is going on around here.  First, I’m in a fight with God over something that was given to me, then, I was robbed, and now you’re telling me you think you’re pregnant.


     With Bright in Siberia Gary was now the man in charge, but before returning to Area 31, Gary used the two weeks given to him from General Reddi to relocate his family.  Maureen loved Peters Town, she was definitely a little sentimental about leaving it behind, but she didn’t have much of a choice.  The genious planning work of General Reddi and Commander Bright played out exactly the way they both expected.  Baxter returned for his scale, and yeah, Guy came back for his.

     Since General Randall Reddi was going to brief Gary when he returned, Maureen thought it would be better if Gary heard directly from her about the situation with Guy.  Maureen, however, was obviously saving that talk for the end of their two weeks together.

Moving didn’t take long at all, which was one of the major perks that came with the job.  It was a relocation, and a relocation meant up and out.  There were no moving trucks and no workers wrapping up fragile items.  Maureen and Gary returned to their Peters Town home to gather their children, their pets, and their valuables.  From there, it was straight to the new home.

The new home was fully furnished and carefully selected for work related issues.  Also, they had children in school so that was taken into consideration as well.  It had to be in a location that was safe and private, but close enough for the children to get back and forth from school within a reasonable amount of time.  Their neighbors were ordinary, they had regular jobs, and of course, both sides were unaware of the craziness going on in the middle next door.  From Gary and Maureen’s perspective that was funny part.  Thinking about their neighbors, regular people working regular jobs and carrying on daily while people were walking in and out of time portals.  Can you imagine coming home from work and turning on the television news program, or how about the weather report?  In Maureen’s home a normal weather report was sunny and warm unless God came down from heaven.  Those are the little things they laughed at together.

Within the first week they were completely settled in their new home and acquainted with their neighbors.  They spent the remainder of the time relaxing and playing with their children who definitely needed some attention at this point.  As the week came to a close, Gary and Maureen went out for a special dinner.  They were alone without the kids.

The meal was fantastic, and they clinked glasses in a toast to celebrate their new home and new beginnings.  On the ride back to the house Maureen grew nervous.  She wanted to make love to Gary so bad, But she hadn’t since Guy came around.

She knew she had to tell Gary what happened, and it was overwhelming her now that the time arrived.  The vacation was over, and reality was coming on so strong it was diluting the alcohol she drank during dinner.  She turned to look at Gary while he was driving, and he briefly glanced back at her taking his eyes off the road.  They smiled at each other and kissed, which made Maureen a little more uncomfortable.

“Thank you for this amazing evening,” said Maureen with fragile voice.

“You’re welcome, we needed it,” Gary replied.  “You looked beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you,” Maureen said.  “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about Gary.”

“What’s on your mind Maureen,” Gary wondered with concern.

Dichotomy – A Short Story of Good and Evil

Part 2

Chapter Ten

     Gary used to spend his Saturdays at Forget About It.  The Forget About It was a local town bar, one of those bars you could go to on any night and see about twenty people you went to high school with twenty years ago.  Gary had a little routine going.  He would show up around seven or eight o’clockish and have himself a cold beer.  The bartender would slide him the remote controller down the length of the bar, and Gary would flip through the channels until he found the evening’s main sporting event on the large wall-hung flat screen.

     When he finished his beer, dinner was served with a tall glass of either iced tea or ice water with a splash of lemon.  Gary loved the food at the bar, but he usually stuck with the basic double cheeseburger, crispy curly fries, and maybe an appetizer.  No rush.  The night was young.  After dinner, Gary got it going again with a shot of whiskey followed by another cold beer, and this was about the time when the night could go into one of two directions.  Either he would leave the bar with some friends if someone had somewhere better to go, or if nothing special came up, he’d just stay and continue drinking.  Maybe he would shoot a few games of pool or something.

     On that particular evening, right around the time when he was finishing his second beer, Maureen came walking in passing by Gary unnoticed and finding a secluded seat in the back corner booth.  Maureen took her coat off and made herself comfortable.  She was in love with Gary, she could sit there and watch him all night giggling to herself at the way he cheered and celebrated for his favorite teams playing on the television.  It was going to be a special evening because Maureen had plans.  Gary was half way done with his beer when the bartender poured him another shot of whiskey.

     “What’s this for,” Gary asked.

     “I don’t know, it’s from that lady in the back,” replied the bartender.

     Gary turned around and scanned the dark bar, but it didn’t take long to notice the gorgeous woman waving to him.  Gary smiled, and there they were .  Two lovers giggling at each other from opposite ends of the bar.  Gary nodded his head in a gesture of appreciation as he lifted his glass and took down the whiskey.

     “Well, it looks like I’m staying local tonight,” Gary said jokingly to the bartender.

     They both laughed, and Gary ordered two more beers before getting up off his bar stool and making his way to the booth.

     “Thank you for the whiskey,” said Gary.

     “You’re welcome,” answered Maureen.

     They hit it off immediately, and it wasn’t long before other patrons were looking in their direction.  With a fun upbeat conversation, their booth was brimming with laughter, they were the main attraction.  Neither were tired, and the good times continued well into the early morning hours.  There were times when they just stared into each other’s eyes, they were the perfect remedy for each other, and Maureen made Gary feel good again.

     Eventually she broke the news about what she did for a living, and slowly she revealed a little more about her responsibilities and how she was helping.  She offered Gary a job, not that evening of course, and the rest was history.  Maureen’s hunch about Gary was correct.  She did love him, her feelings were accurate, and just think, there was always the possibility of brushing Gary off as an assignment.

Are You Not Entertained

The year is 2107.   Economic conditions, and public institutions, although perhaps not totally to blame, are said to have given rise to rebellion.  More specifically, a powerful individual.  He’s a hero amongst the people,but nevertheless, rebellious.

He appears at a time when humanity is lost and without answers.  Humanity has made significant progress, but the current situation is at a stale mate.

The heroic man speaks up on behalf of the public, pointing to the lack of consideration for future planning within the systems they’ve grown to trust.

The crowd rallies behind him.  As the years pass the situation grows more intense.  Humanity is desperately seeking a savior.  They cry out with their arms raised, and they kneel to pray.  Their hero is right there though.

He’s on edge, and without thinking he jumps into action.  He steals himself a horse and rides into a mental holy war.   The screams are loud, there’s shouting, and people run for cover.

They’re evil, that’s what the hero tells himself.  He’s spirited, and he slays slowly, manifesting a destiny for a new world.

When he’s finished, he’s out of breath.  Breathing heavy atop his horse.  He’s sweating and blood drips from his sword.  As his current situation slows down he catches a glimpse of the crowd.

They just stare back, mouths open, and speechless.

Dichotomy-Chapter 8

a short story about good and evil

Chapter Eight

Guy gathers his strength, pulls himself to his feet, and staggers into the bedroom where he sees Maureen standing in front of the mirror.

“Maureen,” Gary said softly.

As Gary got closer he put his hand on her shoulder, and Maureen snapped out of her trance.  She was angry.  She grabbed a handful of Gary’s hair and twisted his head while she punched him in the face and neck.

“You fucking son of a bitch, don’t you ever put your hands on me again,” she shouted.

Maureen’s anger was a short burst and eventually it gave way to tears.  She broke down crying, but Gary was there to grab her and pull her in close.  He had to keep her close so she couldn’t strike him anymore.

“Maureen, it’s me Gary.  I love you Maureen,” Gary kept repeating himself until Maureen realized it was him.

“Oh Gary, thank God it’s you,” said Maureen.

“Are you okay, how long have you been standing here,” asked Gary.

“After you called to tell me you were coming home, I came back in the bedroom to make the bed.  Then, I heard a noise in the living room, and that’s the last thing I remember.  What’s going on?  Why are you home from work,” Maureen asked.

“I came home for that Scale in our living room, supposedly it has some special powers, but as long as you’re okay that’s all that matters right now” reassured Gary.

Gary held Maureen close for a little while longer then instructed her to get dressed.  Gary was headed back to Area 31, and he was taking Maureen with him.  When they got out to the SUV, they noticed the cloud above Peters Town lifted and Sun was out.

Monday today will be different from the last three.  Maureen will not be standing in front of her mirror, there won’t be any portals opening, and Guy Devangelo won’t be making an appearance.  Maureen and Gary will be sitting together as husband and wife in the Briefing room at Area 31. Continue reading “Dichotomy-Chapter 8”

Dichotomy-Chapter 6

a short story of good and evil

Chapter Six


     Maureen’s husband was at his desk when he heard his name being paged over the intercom system.

     “Gary Gregory you have a telephone call on line two, Gregory, that’s line two,” the system echoed.

     When Gary picked the phone up the voice on the other end was low and to the point.  He was instructed to get to the main conference room immediately, and as soon as he hung up the phone he was on his way.

     “I’m sorry for interrupting you Gary, but I just received some information that you need to hear,” Commander Bright said.

     “Okay, lay it on me Commander,” encouraged Gary.

     “We’ll, we’ve known for a long time now that our opposition is using the Astrological Planetary System to sneak around and manipulate the masses, and we’ve been spending the majority of our time tracking their movement.  As you know, it has been our goal to catch up with the sons of bitches, however, our failure to do so isn’t a secret,” reminded Bright.

     “Yes, I’m aware,” answered Gary.

     “When you joined our organization we gave you something,” the Commander continued.  “The Scale, it was a Gift.”

     “Yes, I remember.  It’s sitting on the mantle over my fire place,” Gary stated proudly.

     “You’ve been a wonderful member of this team, and you deserve every reward you get, but the Scale was bait.  We knew the enemy would realize eventually they were one egg short of a dozen.  Let me get to the point,”  requested Bright.

     “Go right ahead Commander,” encouraged Gary.

     “If we lose the Scale then we lose our integrity.  We’ll also lose trust, and it won’t be long before our entire way of life becomes polluted and corrupted.  Protecting the Scale is one of our top priorities, and I know that that’s a tremendous amount of pressure, but that’s why we presented it to you as a gift.  You were calm not knowing what you were in possession of, and everyone else had piece of mind, but that’s not the situation now.  Early this morning I found out that someone located the Scale,” informed Commander Bright.

     “How,” asked Gary.  “It’s in my house for Christ Sake.”

     “I don’t have time to get into specifics,” Bright said.

     “So what now,” Gary asked.

     “You’re going home.  I want you to bring the Scale back here to guarantee it’s safety.  When you get here we’ll discuss the relocation plan,” ordered Bright.

     Gary left Area 31 immediately.  He was on the road en route to his house.  Maureen crossed his mind.  He thought about her getting attacked and defending the Scale all by herself with their children in the house.  Gary dialed home on his cell phone.

     “Maureen!  It’s me baby!  I’m coming home early,” Gary shouted.

Dichotomy- Chapter 5

a short story of good and evil

Chapter Five


“How could you be so forgetful,” Baxter asked.

“I don’t know I was thinking,” Guy responded.

Baxter was someone that many people looked up to.  He was on the side of bad, but he was a really good leader.  The seventh house was his, all thirty degrees.  Baxter was respected and trusted because he was the most knowledgeable man around.  He knew the zodiac like no other, which was probably the most important thing since both good and bad were using it for traveling through time.

“It’s not like you to forget.  Do you realize this is the fourth time you traveled through this portal, and you came back empty handed all four time,” Baxter reminded him.

“I know Baxter, I’m really sorry.  There’s something wrong though, this isn’t like other missions,” Guy explained.

 “Well Guy, I don’t know what to say here.  You leave prepared, you know what I expect, and you know what you must do, but for some reason it doesn’t get done,” Baxter’s voice was increasing gradually.

“There’s something that happens to me when I’m on the other side.  When I come back here I’m confused,” Guy explained.  “I’m here though.  I mean I come back all the time.  I don’t remember much about where I came from or what I did, but I’m here.”

“I’m not a fucking psychiatrist Guy, what are you trying to tell me,” demanded Baxter.

“I’m saying at some point during my mission I forget the objective.  There’s something that sidetracks me, or pulls me away from completing the mission,” said Guy.

Guy was supposed to bring back the Scales of Justice.  The Scales of Justice symbolize power.  It represents judgement and balance, and Baxter had to have it.  Yes, Baxter was the Bright and Early Morning Star and the ruler of Libra.  He obviously didn’t know about Maureen or who she was personally, but it didn’t matter.

Baxter had to get involved now.  He had to go and recover the Scale himself because Guy was losing.  The love he shared with Maureen was too strong it was turning his brain to mush.

“Look Guy, we need the Scale, and we don’t have time.  The rotational period of Mars is almost two years so if you come back with nothing again we’ll have to wait a very long time to make another run at it.  Who knows where it will be then,” Baxter was just trying to reach Guy at this point.

“Okay Baxter, I understand,” reassured Guy.

“Good because I’m going alone this time,” said Baxter.

“Please, take me with you,” Guy pleaded.

Baxter starred at Guy as he thought about his request.  In any other situation someone in Guy’s position would’ve been replaced immediately, but Baxter knew Guy wouldn’t compromise a mission intentionally.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm and willingness, but I’ve decided to go alone this time,” Baxter responded.

Guy remained quiet with his head down.  Then, he looked up at Baxter and nodded his head in acceptance.  Baxter sat back down in his favorite chair and took in the silence for a moment.

“I like you Guy, I really do.  You’re welcomed to come and go around here as you please, and that won’t ever change.  Please, don’t take my decision personally.  This war we’re in right now, it’s like a chess match,” Baxter was actually taking some time to talk with Guy on a more friendly level.  “Please, have a seat Guy,” insisted Baxter.

Baxter’s office was dim but really clean.  It was also very organized, but what else would you expect.  It’s natural for someone like Baxter to have his shit together.  There was a really comfortable looking leather chair facing the corner of the room.  Guy turned it around and positioned it across from where Baxter was sitting.  As Guy sat down Baxter stood up and began pacing with his arms folded across his chest.

“We can do whatever we want, but there are certain limitations, or maybe delays is the word I’m looking for, Baxter explained.  He was getting into one of his moments of deep thought and inspiration.  “Good versus bad, bad versus good, that’s how we see ourselves you know.  That’s how we describe our war, but we are all awakened.  We’re alive and intelligent.  All of us.  Who can say what we do is bad?  Only those who oppose us, which of course makes them good.  You have to laugh Guy.  Seriousness is a breeding ground for problems,” Baxter shared.

Guy was listening as he swayed from side to side in his cool leather chair.  Guy and Baxter were friends, brought together by recent circumstances that turned both their worlds upside down.  To be honest there aren’t too many people who have childhood friendships anymore.

“Yup,” Baxter continued.  “You have to laugh.”

Guy began to lighten up a little bit and regain his awareness.  He was actually smiling.  Guy laughed then Baxter laughed, and then both laughed in unison.

“Oh boy,” said Baxter as he sat in his chair and faced Guy.

The laughter continued into the night.