Bob Thomas Writes

and writes, and writes

Category: Stories

A Bucket of Shrimp

I did’t write this, it was written by Max Lucado,but I thought it worth posting. This is a true story, Hope you appreciate it and want to pass it along. It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue ocean. Old […]

The Night the Worm Turned

  (This story is almost completely true, except for the parts that aren’t.) Back in 1964 Tequila was a liquor that Mexicans drank. Few, if any, Americans had ever heard of it, and fewer still drank it. After all, it had a worm in it! Also in 1964 I was in U.S. Air Force learning […]

Are you from the South?

    Once upon a time I actually left the South and went ‘up north’, as they say.   I was 21 years old and had been in the Air Force for about a year or so – I had just turned 21 and had my drinking license in my pocket.   Anyway, my trip […]

Memories of Viet Nam by Ken Curtiss

An Introduction I owned a Fine Art & Craft gallery and sold Ken’s work for 10 years. He is the consummate professional and a great friend. This is Ken’s recollections of his time inViet Nam. Like all veterans, Ken deserves our Thanks for his time there. Be sure to visit his web site at: http://www.originaldesignsinglass.com/ […]

Christmas Island, 1966

I spent 6 months on Christmas Island while in the U.S. Air Force in 1966 . We were there to monitor the French Nuclear testing being done “down South” of us I believe. I was an enlisted communications specialist, so I had no knowledge of the ‘big’ picture! I recall only two villages,London and Paris […]

My life (Most Recent Version)

This is long, sorry! MY LIFE… (THE MOST RECENT VERSION!)     According to the tales I’ve heard around the campfire, I was born in 1943…January 23 to be exact. It’s told that my Mother was a sucker for a man in uniform, and my Dad had just finished his shift as a bus driver […]

The Same Day All over Again

  Every morning at7 a.m.he opened his eyes to the noise of a buzzing alarm clock. He would lie in bed and listened to it for a minute or two. . And then he would get up, walk across the room and turn it off. The clock had to be across the room or he […]

Confessions of a bad Son.

I’ve heard it said that writing is easy.  “Just sit down at the keyboard and open a vein.”  ~~~~~ Confessions of a bad Son. 9/26/97 My Mothers Lost Youth. I can’t imagine what it’s like to loose all control of your body. I don’t mean incontinence, although it’s a problem. I mean, getting old and […]

George Lapas

George Lapas George Lapas acquired wealth in a way everyone should, but few do. His wealth was counted in hundreds of “Selfless Acts of Kindness.” His very last act in this mortal world was an act of kindness. He donated his organs so that others may live, or have a better life. It was not […]

Solitaire

Solitaire The Norman Rockwell painting “Solitaire” depicts a man seated in the bed of a boarding house room, playing solitaire on his suitcase. I have a small original print in my home that I look at daily.  It reminds me of my dad.  When he started traveling for Schwinn Bicycle Company in the early 1950′s, […]