The crowds gather to experience the torment of the pounding surf against the burning beach. One by one gawkers slide into the surf, the fear hidden within, in the excitement of the moment surrendering to the sea. Parents loiter just out of reach, the surf only laps at their toes as they contemplate the horror bearing down upon them. Screams fill the air as children slip from sight only to be seen again, farther and farther away. Church bells tole in the distance, ominous destruction is…

Fishing is the art of patience with tactical strategy executed to entice an unknowing soul into a place they have no desire to be, no reason to be and which most likely end with their ultimate demise.

Love is the art of patience with actions directed towards the goal of making somebody, or something, or someone’s happy, contented and secure with hope for more to come.

Child rearing is the art of patience as we struggle to steer them out of harms way, prepare…

It was 9am and 80 degrees, after a rough day yesterday, an unhappy client that I could not appease and couldn’t get out of my mind, failure is not taken lightly, I needed to go for a bike ride, do a little reflecting and get things back in perspective.

 The lake three miles from my home is a perfect destination. Twenty acres, professionally manicured grounds maintained by the county, pristinely manicured walking paths, clean shaded park benches, summer flowers in full bloom,…

The Puk’an Art Exhibit was only in town for two weeks, Victor had researched the exhibit artifacts, one in particular was his interest, a Katana sword dating from the early 1400’s, rare enough to be valuable, common enough to avoid intense security. It was simple, distract the host, slip it under his coat and walk calmly out of the hotel through the lobby and disappear into the crowd on the boardwalk, he’d be set for life. He made his way down the pier with the prize, his plan to hide it…