In-utero or ex-utero? Bob Hirt The surprising jangle of my telephone pulled me from a good book I was reading. It was 7:30 p.m. on a February night in rural New York state. In a country veterinary practice one gets fairly accustomed to this but it never sits well to be out after dinner hour.…
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Clubs & Classes, June 2015
New Horizons Writers Group
Bees, Bees: Holy Smoke! Bob Hirt My Dad, a dairy farmer, was the consummate beekeeper. It always appeared to us kids that he was in his total heaven working the occasional Sunday afternoon in his various bee yards in the area’s farming community. Of course, farmers were happy to have well-managed honeybees on their property…
Clubs & Classes, May 2015
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Fame from out in the sticks Bob Hirt We all know the famous face of Abraham Lincoln, our 16th president, a man known to this very day for his integrity, for his rise from poverty to becoming a learned scholar. Who doesn’t respect the rags to riches phenomenon that brings admiration to those who choose…
Clubs & Classes, April 2015
New Horizons Writers Group – April 2015
Dogs, a pain…in the heart Bob Hirt My wife and I have no particular thought as to why we chose a black Labrador Retriever as our family pet. There are so many smaller “Benji-type” dogs out there that are adorable, easily cuddled, eat less and don’t knock the chinaware off the table with their big,…
Clubs & Classes, March 2015
New Horizons Writers’ Group – March 2015
How I Got Mine Carol Mitchell-Gears It’s every High School teen’s dream to get a driver’s license. I was one of them. This is how I got mine. My first attempt was with my school friend Sue, she had her driver’s license and couldn’t understand why I didn’t, I passed the written test. She acted…
Clubs & Classes, February 2015
New Horizons Writers’ Group – February 2015
Peanut Gary Alan Rose One day as we drove home and turned onto our street, we had to swerve a bit to get by a truck and trailer with its construction crew. As soon as we passed, our eyes focused on an ensuing dilemma ahead. A miniature dog was being closely followed right down the…
Clubs & Classes, January 2015
New Horizons Writers Group – January 2015
Broken Heart Carol Mitchell-Gears She is 17 years old, very frail at 80 pounds. Her body slowly shutting down looking sad and tired, refusing food and water, her hair dry and dull, her eyes without sparkle. How could this be? The child I have known for 17 years, always bright, healthy, full of life. How…
Clubs & Classes, December 2014
New Horizons Writers Group – December 2014
The Trap Line Bob Hirt Making a few bucks as youngsters seemed overly important to us three boys back east. Never mind the three girls – they were on their own and probably never felt the “power” and prestige of having a few coins jingling in their pockets. We three boys, ages seven, 10 and…
Clubs & Classes, November 2014
New Horizons Writer Group – November 2014
The Best in the West Shiralee Morgen Crawley I stood in front of a rusting corrugated iron shed, looking at a drunken sign that proudly announced Bluey’s Garage, Bus Terminal, Rent-a-Car Agency and Caltex Petrol Station, underneath which someone had scrawled, “The Best in the West.” “What c’n I do fer ya luv?” asked a…
Clubs & Classes, October 2014
New Horizons Writers Group – October 2014
Laundry Day Bob Hirt Laundry day came at least once a week for my poor hassled mother. But she tackled that chore with a vengeance, never stopping the sorting, pre-scrubbing and finally teasing the heavy clothes through the wringer. We wore overalls back then, now referred to as jeans. But no matter what they were…