A Mount St. Helens Mis-Adventure Bob Hirt We were just embarking on a trip toward the Mount St. Helens, Washington, volcanic site after many years of hearing stories about how very tragic that fateful day, May 18, 1980, was. We had also read about how an old man, a Mr. Harry Truman (not the deceased…
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Features, April 2018
Sun Lakes resident publishes second book
Bob Hirt, a retired veterinarian and a twenty-year resident of Sun Lakes, has enjoyed writing stories for several years. Some of his stories appear regularly in the Splash. They occasionally relate to his veterinary career, as well as to his travel and work experiences. Still, others are memoirs of his life as a youngster…
Clubs & Classes, March 2018
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Billy the Kid Bob Hirt It seems that when there are animals on a farm there are always issues to contend with, be it dairy cows, chickens, pigs and horses. Then, of course there are the odd-ball, uniquely different animals such as goats. The IQ, the intelligence quotient, of goats is considered very high…
Clubs & Classes, February 2018
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Skeletons Sandy Ilsen The child stood in front of the bookcase, fascinated, aching to open the books and see if they had any pictures. She ran her fingers gingerly over the leather binders and gold embossed printing. “Sandra, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times, you’re not to touch those books.”…
Clubs & Classes, January 2018
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Santa Claus’ Failure Bob Hirt We had a neighbor back east who bordered on what might commonly be called “a weirdo” or maybe more succinctly, “a crackpot.” He was a nice enough fellow when he stopped by to chat, always coming with a joke that was either corny or didn’t have a “punch line.”…
Clubs & Classes, December 2017
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AARP Romance Ruby Regina Witcraft They met, alone, in the darkened kitchen of their home while soft jazz was playing in the other room. Passion has no meeting place boundaries as their eyes met. She had visions of him sweeping the bowl off of the dining room table and laying her gently down on the…
Clubs & Classes, November 2017
New Horizons Writers’ Group
What is New Horizons Writer’s Group? Bob Hirt For the newer members of our group, I thought it appropriate to restate some of the policies and thoughts about our group that you may not be familiar with. I, and most of us, wanted it to be open and casual with one another. We want to…
Clubs & Classes, October 2017
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Hey y’all, it’s MEAD Bob Hirt My dad, a beekeeper as well as a dairy farmer, was good at both occupations. But if given the choice, income notwithstanding, he’d rather have been a full-time beekeeper. He just loved his honeybees. He had them working for many years in the orchards of between seven and ten…
Clubs & Classes, September 2017
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Fear in the water Bob Hirt Our old black Buick careened down the steep gravel wash toward the water’s edge of my family’s favorite swimming place. Burden Lake is a small lake in the back reaches of Rensselaer County in the Hudson Valley of New York State. It seems like very few people know or…
Clubs & Classes, June 2017
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Grandfather Clock Bob Hirt Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock. Our shiny grandfather clock. It sits quietly in its corner, keeping time, yet it knows not at all of time, nor place, from where it came and where it finally goes. It sits there without opinion, without thought, without destination, without a dream to own. It merely exists. Yet…