man in the field

I thought I had posted this before but couldn’t find it in my history. I’ve always had this vision of a man, helpless or dying in a field. He can hear the traffic going by and voices from the buildings across the street. He might have been beaten and dump there. No one can hear him yelling for help. I picture him in a white wool suit. This was around the late 1940’s maybe early 50’s. While I was on Facebook I joined the Columbus, Ohio history group. A photo they posted is exactly the vision I’ve seen with this man. The color of the sky, the cars, everything is exact. The red X is where this man laid only he’s hidden by tall grass and weeds as seen on the other side of the road.


attention seeker

Lately I’ve quit paying attention as much to the other side. I was getting comfortable with “it” and started talking to people and realized why I learned to never talk about “it”. I let things go that I wanted to put on here. Quarters, I’ve found a ridiculous amount in the strangest places but I let it go. Also, I was at the light going to work. On the corner sits a cemetery where they reconstructed the road making the cemetery about 8′ higher than the road with the ground exposed. I would really like to park there some day and walk along the exposed earth with my DVR. Back to my story, I was at the red light waiting to turn right if the traffic cleared, there’s a lot of trucks so it takes time. Being the only one at the light I hear “MIKE!” yelled right beside my car but there wasn’t anyone closer to me than the truck coming up the street. I let that go, too. Until now…

But today, this morning, I get a shower and I’m sitting on the bed and hear something fall on the hard floor at the front door. It was the sound of something BALL_1hard dropping and it bounced once or twice. I get dressed and down stairs, about a foot away from the closet where the tack fell, I found this wooden bingo ball with I-16 on it. BALL_2



I sat it on the shelf where I keep the other things I find, or the things that find me. I go out to run some errands for the week. I bought new furniture so I took the dolly back to work, I stopped to get groceries and went to the car wash. Nothing eventful happened and I didn’t give the Bingo Ball a second thought until I got off the highway to head home.LEAF The ramp was backed up so I got into the turn lane to take the long way around the park to get to my house. At the light I stop to make a right turn. I’m looking to my left to make sure its clear and while I turned I saw this leaf laying on my leg. I laughed to myself and thought, “where the hell did this come from”. I had been driving a straight road for 30 minutes with the windows closed. “Them”, “They”, “It’s”, done this before when I quit paying attention to them. I just never get the meaning of the messages. Two significant signs in one day is rare, just thought I would post it this time.

The building

The building was dark today. The air felt low and heavy. A deep hum filled the halls. Everyone sat and stared outside, not a lot of conversation. They must know when things are about to happen, it’s in their souls. It grows inside, like a seventh sense. They’ve been around longer than me. They know things, I can see it. Something is about to happen.


Initials cubed

I was at the bank the other day and walking through the parking lot I found these two dice, cube things with letters on then. I thought they were out of place in a bank parking lot and I’ve never seen them before, so I picked them up. That was four days ago, an hour ago I started cleaning out my coat pockets so I could throw it in the washing machine. There were my glasses I was looking for and the cubes with other random crap I carry around. Everything was in a pile on the table and I noticed the letters facing up on the cubes. M G, these are my initials.