And Back Again
An hour short of Dallas, I’ve already been on, or rather over the road for 21 hours. Another eight before I’m done for the day, but the strange, albeit understandable, […]
Author Archives: david pablo cohn
Showtime, Part II
Just a short note here, so as not to keep everyone wondering: we made it to the ship about as uneventfully as could be imagined. A small mountain of paperwork […]
The Days Fly By…
Is that five days already? Dang – I barely got started back into my summer reading. Rounded out a short story, got more than a smidge of work done, finished […]
If You Want to Hear the Gods Laugh…
The plan was that within a few hours of now, I’d be settling in behind my old desk below deck on the icebreaker, down at the end of Muelle Prat […]
Things to Do in Grand Island, Nebraska
Spoiler alert: Grand Island, Nebraska? Not an island. Apparently used to be, according to the nice young lady at the counter. Or at least there used to be an island […]
Oops, I Did it Again
Even not-so-longtime readers will remember that up until about two years ago, I had a thing about writing short stories. I’d set up a Medium.com feed and Patreon account and […]
Among the Wildflowers
Maybe wildflowers are a kind of drug. You see bright colors in flowing patterns, and they make you feel all groovy and relaxed. And when you come back down, you […]
Fish Pond Fish
What’s in a name? Back when Devon and I were courting and found ourselves (long story) in the Kenya’s Samburu Valley, she described a minor revelation that the place had […]
When Life Gives You Snow
[Warning: this whole dang post is basically a PIREP (pilot report) that will probably bore the socks off of anyone who’s not an aviation junkie.] The weather gods and calendar […]
Snowpocalypse, Part II
“It turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse.” -Riley, Buffy the Vampire Slayer I’ve never been in Fairbanks in the spring. Spring is the […]
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