
In wisdom gathered over time, I have found that every experience is a form of exploration.
It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment.

In wisdom gathered over time, I have found that every experience is a form of exploration.
It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment.

Half-empty coffee cup
Hoping to find something
Peering down, never up
Searching darkened nothing
“Seinfeld” gathers awards
Endless shows with nothing
Jerry’s name on billboards
He’s caught on to something
Writing with empty words
Dreams filling with something
Missing all the keywords
Amounting to nothing
Scanning digital files
Words lost, dreading nothing
Writer facing trials
Mining life for something
Photo on dusty perch
Triggers newfound something
Memories begin search
Looking beyond nothing
Nothing pursues something
Something subdues nothing

The American sitcom “Seinfeld” entertained viewers for nine years with the creative humor of comedian Jerry Seinfeld. With a setting in New York City, the cast featured regulars Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Jason Alexander, and Michael Richards. The success of the show has often been referenced to a “show about nothing.”
Here is a short clip from the show, featuring Jerry Seinfeld with guest star Brad Garrett. The scene is titled “You barely know your car.”

Whatever your dream is, every extra penny you have needs to be going to that.
There’s so much negative imagery of black fatherhood. I’ve got tons of friends that are doing the right thing by their kids, and doing the right thing as a father–and how come that’s not newsworthy.

Autumn rains lasting for days
Covering the land with mist
Cleansing under cloudy haze
Rising pollen, now dismissed
Harvest pausing, farmers wait
Parking soybeans, left to take
Drying cornstalks, know their fate
Standing ready, combines brake
Creeks filling, slowly at first
Running water, sent ahead
Suspending reservoirs’ thirst
Pausing for now, winter’s dread
Nature’s perfect cycle breathes
Singing praises to the Lord
Watching as autumn unsheathes
Waking when spring comes aboard


When two interesting people have a conversation, they completely forget to talk about themselves.
Before you take on the world, go to war with yourself and win.
Totally absorbed
Where did the afternoon go?
Reading a new book

Tuesday afternoon
Never missing preciousness—
Granddaughter’s tea time

Friday afternoon
Seconds, minutes, hours announce—
Five o’clock somewhere


Welcome to “Behind the Scenes.” Today, we have returned to visit with Richard, the creative voice behind the writing journey of Big Sky Buckeye.
Welcome back Richard. It is a pleasure visit with you again.
You have been writing and blogging for two years. What have you treasured most from this experience?
One of the gems I have enjoyed most is exchanging comments and thoughts with other bloggers and writers. When I first arrived at WordPress, I didn’t expect to establish dialogues with so many wonderful people.
Here are a series of short questions. We are sure your readers would enjoy learning a bit more about you.
Favorite Book
One of my favorite books is Blind Your Ponies by Stanley Gordon West. The fictional story is set in a small town in southwestern Montana. Having lived and taught in some smaller communities in Montana, I can identify with the setting and the surrounding area.
Favorite Music
I still enjoy much of the music from my youth (60s and 70s oldies). Current music tends to be pop or country.
Favorite Architectural Marvel
Growing up in Billings, Montana, I was always in awe of the Moss Mansion, which was built in 1903 by businessman P. B. Moss. His last remaining family member was still living in the house during my high school years. The home is mentioned in a feature published earlier in: Visit the Magic City.
Favorite Quote
From a high school commencement from many years ago, the keynote speaker left a treasure with the graduates: “Promise less, deliver more.”
Grade School Memory
In the 6th Grade, my teacher (Mike Hink) required his students to write with a fountain pen. He even refilled our empty pens with more ink when needed.
Favorite Spot to Hangout
With my enjoyment of coffee and books, I have always welcomed a visit to Barnes and Noble.
We have appreciated spending time with Richard from Big Sky Buckeye. Look for more “Behind the Scenes” in future postings.

Ambition is the path to success. Persistence is the vehicle you arrive in.
Ambition is enthusiasm with a purpose.

Barney, an American tourist, is visiting an Aboriginal cultural site in Australia. For his enthusiastic audience, one of the guides plans to demonstrate how to throw a boomerang
He flings the L-shaped projectile outward, with the intention of it returning back to him. Or so . . . he hopes everything works out as intended.
As the summer heat burns up the air’s remaining moisture, Barney pulls out his water bottle for a thirst-quenching gulp. Unaware, he wanders right in front of the guide.
Sometimes, opposite forces must interact in a cataclysmic event. Now is one of those moments when time stands still.
The guide offers a hurried instruction, “Here it comes mate!”

Early morning walk, going back in time
Autumn’s breath creates thoughts, filling with rhyme
Trekking along canal’s ancient pathway
Thoughts caress past moments, plenty to say
Gentle breeze, sending leaves twirling on down
Mind arrives at different time and town
Dreaming . . .
More simple times, without high tech living
Days invite, delightful and forgiving
Riding bareback along this old canal
Looking for trees to climb with school-age pals
Fishing one final time, nearby pond waits
When icy winter comes, change to ice skates
Creepy, storm-filled nights, reading classic prose
Edgar Allen Poe’s words, scary shadows
Looking for literature’s lighter themes
Whitman, Hawthorne, Melville adding to dreams
Quiet evenings filled with family time
Gathered around for radio’s primetime
Crisp, fall afternoon, gridiron titans clash
College football rivals looking to smash
Romance blossoms, courtship takes center stage
Life filling with sweetness, each turning page
Back to reality . . .
Journey runs into closed gate at Rager Road
Turning around, grateful for time borrowed
Looking forward to walking here real soon
Fondest memories, let them sing a tune
