Tag…. You’re It.




Often, our blogs have taglines.

But what if humans did, too?

What would your tagline be?

I am very ooooold school. I am still unsure what taglines are… but I have lines from cartoon and old 70s TV shows that friends and I fell in love with…  until the lines became repulsive.

Here are the ones I remember:


  • Yogi –   “It’s because I’m smarter than the average bear, BooBoo”
  • BooBoo-   “The ranger’s not gonna like it, Yogi.”
  • Elmer Fudd-   “Be vewwwy vewwwy quiet… I’m hunting wabbits!
  • Bugs Bunny-   Naah… What’s up, doc?”
  • The Road Runner-   “Beep beep!”
  • Popeye, the Sailor Man-   “I yam what I yam.”
  • Woody Woodpecker-   “Ha aha aha ha ha … Ha aha aha ha ha … ha ha ha ha! “
  • Tweety Bird-   “I tawt I taw a putty tat!…. I did! I did! I did taw a putty tat!”
  • Sylvester, the Cat–    “Sufferern’ Succotash!”
  • Bullwinkle–    “Hey, Rocky. Watch me pull a rabbit outs my hat.”


  • Hawaii Five-O–  “Book’em Dano.”
  • Happy Days-   “Aaaay!!!!” from the Fonze …….. “Sit on it!”
  • Mork and Mindy   “Shazbat” ………. “Nanu-Nanu!”
  • Welcome Back, Kotter–  “Up your nose with a rubber hose.”…. “Ooh, Ooh, Ooh!”  from Horsack
  • Good Times–  Dynomite! from J.J.
  • Fantasy Island–   “De plane…De plane!”
  • The Fly-   “Be afraid… Be very afraid.”
  • The Six Million Dollar Man-   “We can rebuild him… We have the technology.”
  • Ghostbusters-   “Who ya gonna call… Ghostbusters!”

Boy, Oh, Boy!  What great memories!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tagline.”


For the Love of Fish


“Dad!” I yelled as he was removing the last rope anchoring The Serenity II.

“Sweetie, I had no idea you were home.”

“For two weeks and then back out.”

“Where to?”

“Off to the southern Pacific Rim. Whaling ships.”

“Hop on. They say the marlins are a-jumpin’ just off the key.”

We climb aboard.

“Who’s this?”

“Oh, Sorry. Dad, Jack. Jack, this is my father. Dad’s the one that first spurred on my interest in oceanographer. Professor Keller, then got me interested in Save the Whales.

“Nice to meet ya, Jack. Bait up, guys. Can’t keep Mother’s supper waiting.”

Written for Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenges: Requirements: The given “topic” and only 99 words.

Share Your World – 2015 Week #13





WEEK #13

  • What was your favorite subject in school?
  • “Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away” (George Carlin). When have you had such a moment?
  • What’s your choice: jigsaw, crossword, or numeric puzzles?
  • If you found an obviously abandoned car with $50,000 in the back seat, what would you do?

What was your favorite subject in school?

I’m a teacher by trade. I was blessed to be a teacher of the old school. I am certified to teach ALL SUBJECTS from the 4th grade to the 7th grade: Reading, Writing, Grammar, Computer Technology, Social Studies, Science, Journalism, Archaeology, Physical Education, Chorus, Art Education, Health, and I have even coached baseball and basketball. My life has been truly blessed with an wide array of opportunities. My ‘favorite’ has changed over the years. When I began as a teacher, my favorite subject to teach was United States History. Later, my favorite became American Literature. A few years into teaching I greatly enjoyed the many aspects of coaching. For a time, all my lessons were driven by the Fine Arts: Music Composition and Art Education. Now, my favorite subject to teach is Language Arts with a concentration on Creative Writing. I suspect, this is where the ever-circulating changes will culminate and end.

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away” (George Carlin). When have you had such a moment?

Moments that have taken my breath away:

  • An early morning sunrise on a mountain top
  • A quiet walk on the beach to watch a sunset
  • A grand-slam homerun by your home team
  • Making the winning shot in an overtime basketball game
  • Four service aces in a round of tennis
  • A standing ovation with your loved-ones in the crowd
  • Her saying “YES” when I proposed
  • Your youngest saying “I’ll miss you” as they go off to college
  • Hearing Louie Armstrong sing “What a Wonderful World”
  • Talking to God and seeing Him answer
  • Holding a god-son for the first time
  • My mother’s last kiss

What’s your choice: jigsaw, crossword, or numeric puzzles?

  • Five to Eleven: A jigsaw puzzle under the Christmas tree
  • Twelve to Completing College: A great crossword puzzle
  • Now…. Sudoku!!!

If you found an obviously abandoned car with $50,000 in the back seat, what would you do?

I truly hope that the car was on the abandoned lot that my relative owns- one of an uncle’s old clunkers…. Then it would be ALL MINE!

If I were to find it elsewhere, my conscious would ‘possibly’ bother me and I would have to seek the help of the authorities…. Oh, how I hope the cash is in my uncle’s salvage yard!

Written for Share Your World: Week #13. Requirements: Answer the four questions.

The Entrance to El Dorado


Based on the story of

The Lost City of Gold

found in the Journals of 

Conquistadore Lázaro Fonte

(October, 1845)

I thought we had ridden in circles for the last three days, but Captain Lázaro Fonte kept assuring us that the map was being followed.

We had never seen this map; Captain had found it in the study of his great-grandfather, Conquistadore Lázaro Fonte, his name sake.

After the draining Lake Guatavita and only finding minuscule treasure fragments- nothing compared to The Lost City, Lázaro Fonte (the great-grandfather) had traveled home to further analyze all of the artifacts that had been taken from the Muisca people.

The great-grandson had stumbled across this map as a lad and he had dreamt about leading this expedition ever since.

We had found the opening in the cliffs (just as the map had predicted); and now three days later, we could see the light… but was it El Dorado?

Written for Five Sentence Fiction. Requirements: The Photo Prompt and just five sentences.

The Show Must Go On




The Show Must Go On

If you were involved in a movie, would you rather be the director, the producer, or the lead performer? (Note: you can’t be the writer!).

Wow! This one is a good one.

All three of the positions to be filled in the making of this BLOCKBUSTER FILM are leadership positions. That is good… for me. There are times that I am not a great follower when there is a “big picture” involved. I hate the standing around and doing nothing. I hate the ineptitude of ‘want-a-be-s’ on a stage. I live for the passion of successes.

If there is not the possibility of the thrills of success… why bother?

The Easy One… Playing the Lead Role

I enjoy the decision-making processes for successes more than I enjoy the limelight of successes. So…. I do not want to be the lead performer. I do not mind being an assistant to the lead… being his/ her confidant… being the go-to-man. But the limelight really has no draw for me.

Therefore, being the lead performer in a film has no appeal to me.

One down… two to go.

Now the question becomes, in which of these two remaining roles would I have the most creative freedom for an end result of success.

Responsibilities of a Movie Producer

The Producer of the movie is the man in charge from the very beginning. It is “his baby”. He discovers and then acquires the rights to the book and then hires someone to create it into a script. He is in charge of the hiring of the director, the actors, the filming and the stage crews. He is in charge of finding the financiers and developing the budget. He arranges the shooting schedule and the logistics of scene locations. The final approval and distribution of the film are in his domain.

This “baby” is his from the beginning to the end. It is a long term deal. Likely this would last several years from the beginning to the end.

While I enjoy the intricacies of the creation of “pet projects” … I am too spastic at task fulfillment to have any desire to begin and end a project every five to seven years. I like short term goals and successes. I do not mind if they build upon each other so that there are long range accomplishments. But waiting every seven year to complete a project, only to begin another project with its expected completion seven years away… not for me.

Responsibilities of a Movie Director

The movie director is the storyteller. This is very appealing to me: I love stories! The director gets to interpret the script, approve costumes, structure the choreography, and seek arrangements of the music. I would find this exhilarating and very fulfilling. The director has to work with the actors and actress to complete his interpretation of the story. THIS IS WHERE I COULD NOT BE. I hate prima donnas. I do not work well with egomaniacal, narcissistic ingrates. ‘Nough said.

So there goes my fame and fortune at being a movie director as well.

The Long-Awaited Conclusion

I guess I will have to settle for no lead role, no film producing, nor any movie directing in my foreseeable future. That’s OK. I am pretty content with where I am at the present.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Show Must Go On.”

Alternative Aspirations for Picasso: The A-Z Blogging Challenge

www.pablo-ruiz-picasso.net Pablo Picasso. Self-Portrait. 1907 year
Pablo Picasso. Self-Portrait. 1907 year

It is with great trepidation that I enter the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. Having to plan out an entire month’s worth of blogs options before they are to be birthed was a unique struggle. For all the blogs to have an over-all encompassing theme was just a mind-blowing endeavor. I am a relatively new creative writer. I have only concentrated on writing flash fiction. I have a great desire to follow through with my writing aspirations to complete young adult novels, but that venture is barely at its dreaming stage.

But after many painstakingly-careful calculations, and a small amount of silent cursing and name-calling (all of it at myself in the mirror), I have decided to attempt what hitherto has been an impossible thing for me.

The name of my Blogging from A to Z Challenge endeavor: Alternative Aspirations for Picasso.

Here you will find many of my favorite paintings used as the sounding board for alternative careers an artist might choose for exploration… if becoming a famous painter did not work out for them.

  • A is for an Astronomer: The Starry Night by VINCENT VAN GOGH
  • B is for Bullfighter: The Bullfight by ÉDOUARD MANET
  • C is for a Chef: Still Life with Fish by ÉDOUARD MANET
  • D is for a Doctor: The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp by REMBRANDT
  • E is for an Engineering Technician: The Stone Bridge by REMBRANDT VAN RIJN
  • F is for a Farmer: Wheatstack by CLAUDE MONET
  • G is for a Gardener: Irises by VINCENT VAN GOGH
  • H is for a Health Care Worker: Whistler’s Mother by JAMES McNEILL WHISTLER
  • I is for an Ichthyologist: Night Fishing at Antibes by PABLO PICASSO
  • J is for a Jockey: The Races at Longchamp by ÉDOUARD MANET
  • K is for a King: The Sorrows of the King by HENRI MATISSE
  • L is for a Librarian: Woman Reading by ÉDOUARD MANET
  • M is for a Musician: The Three Musicians by PABLO PICASSO
  • N is for a Nurse: Garden at Sainte-Adresse by CLAUDE MONET
  • O is for an Oceanographer: The Herring Net by WINSLOW HOMER
  • P is for a Psychologist: The Scream by Edvard Munch
  • Q is for a Queen: Dora Maar au Chat by PABLO PICASSO
  • R is for a Real Estate Agent: The Studio by PABLO PICASSO
  • S is for a Secretary: The Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dalí
  • T is for a Teacher: Snap the Whip by WINSLOW HOMER
  • U is for an Undertaker: The Funeral by ÉDOUARD MANET
  • V is for a Veterinarian: Jean Monet on his Hobby Horse by CLAUDE MONET
  • W is for a Writer: Philosopher in Meditation by REMBRANDT VAN RIJN
  • X is for a Xylopolist: The Old Guitarist by PABLO PICASSO
  • Y is for a Yarn Weaver: The Cotton Pickers by WINSLOW HOMER
  • Z is for a Zoo Keeper: The Sleeping Gypsy by HENRI ROUSSEAU

Well, there is my list of Alternative Aspirations for Picasso. I hope that I enjoy writing the flash fiction pieces to accompany them as much as I enjoyed the chance to gaze the masterpieces  again as I toured the web.

Stop by and see me OFTEN. Thanks, Roger

Written for The A – Z Blogging Challenge.

Things Go Better With Milk




What a Twist!

Tell us a story

— fiction or non-fiction —

with a twist we can’t see coming.

The party is in three hours and I have yet to put the icing on the cake.

I rushed to the car pushing my filled-to-the-brim cart.

I quickly the set the gallon of milk on the roof of our old station wagon and stuffed the rest of the groceries onto the back seat. Hooking Jed, Jr. into his car seat I returned the cart to the rack next to me.

Why can’t Jed remember to read the entire grocery list?

I slammed the door shut and dived behind the wheel.

Fumbling with the keys, I finally got the car started only to stall it.

Blast this manual. If Jed had not needed the new car…

Looking both ways, I pulled into the traffic to head home.

Instantly, there was a police car in my rear view mirror.

I’m sure I stopped at the intersection, I just didn’t notice him.

I slowed down automatically to make sure I maintained that proper speed here headed to my residential subdivision.

Just three more lefts and I’m home. Please don’t pull me over here. Everyone I know lives here.

I turn left. Just four more blocks. The car is still behind me.

We never have patrol cars in our neighborhood. Not in the middle of the day.

Coming to a complete stop on my next left, I notice. he has turned his lights on. I pull right as far as possible to allow him to pass me.

No! He is stopping behind me. The neighbors?

He slowly walks up to my car and politely knocks on my window,

I embarrassingly roll it down.

“Yes, officer?”

“Madam, did you happen to purchases milk at the Save-A-Lot?”

What, Why did he want to know my grocery list.

“I just thought I would stop you before it falls off the roof of your car. I thought you might need it for the little ones when you get home.”

He reaches over the roof and hands me my gallon of milk though the window.

“Thank you so much, sir.” I manage to reply. I’m sure my face is four-times red!

“You’re welcome, Madam. Have a nice day.”

As I pull back into the thoroughfare, just seven houses from mine…. I see Joan Herring and Amelia Johnson both peering out of their front windows.

Boy, this will be the talk of the party.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “What a Twist!.”