Tag Archives: Cloudeight Essays

Getting Old is Easy

    Getting Old is Easy It’s hard to believe that autumn is just around the corner. It seems just the other day I was sweating my way through mowing the grass on the first “official” weekend of summer – that would be Memorial Day Weekend for those of you who don’t live in the USA. I don’t… Read More »

Mr. Mike

    Mr. Mike He was short, that’s for sure. I’m not a tall man, but I was a head taller than Mike. That’s all I knew about Mr. Mike. He was not very tall. He was a rather small man. For the longest time, Mike and I would pass each other on our daily walks. We’d say… Read More »

Are There Rain Puddles in Heaven?

    Are There Rain Puddles in Heaven? It’s almost summer and it already feels like summer. I walk a lot and I often see rain puddles. I don’t want to get my shoes wet, so I avoid them. Life was easier when I was a kid. I didn’t avoid the rain puddles, I loved splashing in them.… Read More »

The Story of Popcan George

    The Story of Popcan George I never knew his name until I read his obituary. You will think I’m shallow when you read this. You are probably right. The man has been a joke of sorts in our town since I can remember. I used to see Popcan George riding his bike around town. He’d always… Read More »

Quiet Hours

    Quiet Hours Have you ever listened to the sound of quiet? The Quiet that never quite lives up to its name, because there are always the vague hummings and tickings that are almost not there. If you listen to the quiet it will tell you a story, but it might not be a story you’ll want… Read More »