Valley of Decision chapter twelve After a tasteless breakfast Draino called to Natty, “Where from?” holding up bits of tin-foil, from the fire-pit. The old man walked over to see what Draino was holding

Valley of Decision chapter eleven Indecision flooded supreme as Draino took another peek, carefully searching the wide river, for the canoes new location. To him, white man on this steamy God forsaken

Valley of Decision chapter Ten Looking at the time on his phone, Red snuck away to the cottage porch and rang Ernie to postpone the meeting. “We’re almost at the house now. Jack and I are just coming in

Valley of Decision chapte nine Draino feeling deep pain and a strange pressure in his chest, slowly opened his eyes. Still groggy, he then instantly remembered being kicked. “Fuck,” he called out in a

Valley of Decision chapter eight What does Red see in this twat,’ thought Micky? Peering discreetly over the cliff edge at Axle and Angela, down on the beach far below him? Staying back, only allowing

Valley of Decision chapter seven Ripples from the coup echoed around the world, as Axle slept. Red along with a few close advisers, and top generals monitored events from his study well into the morning.

Valley of Decision chapter six “That’s a Greta….?” Cried Axle, storming across the kitchen! She’s Canadian. Well, she lives in Canada now.” Added Axle. Squatting in front of a large un-hung oil painting,

Valley of Decision chapter five “So, you’re the infamous Axle?’ stated little Micky. “Rivers is it?” continued Micky, shaking Axle’s hand with surprising strength. “Ya, it seems so,” answered Axle, not

Valley of Decision Chapter four AXLE RIVERS, read the sign, held out by a lovely but delicate young oriental woman, dressed in the classic chauffeurs uniform. “You make that costume look good,” said Axle,

Valley of Decision Chapter three It was a real Chet Baker night, Axle quietly lifted the large creaky hotel window sash, and leaned out into a damp Seattle winter evening. ‘No Orion hanging out tonight,’

Valley of Decision Chapter three It was a real Chet Baker night, Axle quietly lifted the large creaky hotel window sash, and leaned out into a damp Seattle winter evening. ‘No Orion hanging out tonight,’

THE VALLEY OF DECISIONchapter two Letters from an empty trailer “Seattle’s best News-Stand!” Announced Axle, holding out a coffee, and slightly grandstanding as he eagerly approached the perennial street

Like most great sailing adventures, mine started off with a chance encounter with an old childhood friend. He was having an after-work happy hour drink with a colleague when I arrived, and it was clear

“A whale ship was my Yale College and my Harvard.”Herman Melville Out ahead of the steam driven tugboat, dark leads of water begin to open in the foot thick ice. Jarring and shaking the large steel tug

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"Every artist was first an amateur"Emerson The Hippy I felt as though I had stepped back in time, stuck between two worlds, as I stood in front of Miss Carrs old boarding house, and studio. Freshly built

A great series...highly recommended...for you narrow boat lovers.

"Smoking is one of the leading causes of statistics." Fletcher Knebel Clay Pipes Tobacco was first imported back in the late 16th century, from Virginia. And pipe making reached its peak in the mid 17th

"Great things in business are never done by one person, They're done by a team of people" Steve Jobs The boy was out there in the trees and thunder with the animals, sensitive and elusive, waiting for

Donny, who loved bowling: Juicy fruit Smells like victory Indians Cake and fine wines Come on old boy...what's in yer hump? Here's looking at you kid wanna be a farmer?