seanessay.com I don’t have survivor guilt because I am grateful God has a purpose for me. We were soldiers once… and young. Now, twice a week I support a volunteer archivist. Approaching the Museum of the Regiments, in the cold autumn air… I hear again quiet forlorn radio voices in the night. I smell machine […]
Flying Farm Boy Meets Old Man
seanessay.com Flying to London, I met an artist. Not on the plane, at the airport. A “young man from a farm” who is a singer-songwriter, who posted his songs on various social media, media whose names I can’t even remember—I’m too old to go there. His international audience likes his pieces about the humour in […]
Changing Opinions about Changing Dreams
seanessay.com From Friday Free Fall writing Prompt- changed opinions The coulees around Lethbridge change to green with the blessed rain. Oh, one can curse the rain, expend energy in hunching shoulders and frowning eyes, but why? The same amount of rain still gets into you eyes and down your collar and into your shoes. The […]
A Near Senior’s Stressful Flight Booking
seanessay.com I thought I was safe, my jet tickets and hotel all fully paid for. “Paid for” is important, because right after my next trip, early next year, I will officially become a starving pensioner, like my friends. … I may well have my last ever trip by air. With Trudeau as our prime minister, […]