Stories - FD Thornton

  Well I got my exercise for today by having to walk around Wal-Jacked, picking up some medicine from the CBS Pharmacy, and getting some fuel. All this took me around an hour and a half, so now I’m sitting back at my desk before 10:45 AM. I swept the apartment floors and watched our Autistic son prepare his breakfast/lunch. So for now the world seems okay, while I sip on my 99¢ Cherry Limeade from the Sonic’s. I hope I’m not boring you with my account from a soon-to-be boring afternoon. But I’ve been retired, and no longer truly considered disabled any more. I’ve been clocked out early by the government to save them money and spend my own. I don’t mean to sound super cynical, maybe it’s the sugar rush from the Limeade. But after listening to a radio personality I admired say he don’t like a country singer because he sounded “too black”. Well that just rubbed me the wrong way, no matter the context. My life is about finding just a bit of peace. So for my health’s sake, I prett...

  It’s a froggy ass morning here on the sandy hills of South Central Georgia, where the coastal plain meets the piedmont. I’m dressed down in my old Alamo uniform of sweatpants, heavy t-shirt, and sweat jacket. With the curtains pulled open wide to get the full view of the heavy froggy air. I’m surprised by how few cars and semi’s have passed on the highway. I guess everyone got an early start this morning just to beat the day. But I’m comforted by the distant sound of an ambulance, for the fifth day in a row. After a night of tossing and turning repeating the same dream about going to some conference with a Swamper I didn’t know, meeting his family, and riding on a dirty air boat. Yeah, that kinda dream. Anyway sitting here in the relative quiet of the morning, there ain’t much to say other than I have to drive 30 miles (again) in the rain. To have my bi-annual echocardiogram done at the hospital to see if I’m still alive. I suppose I could be a little pissy about having that ...