I have to laugh my furry little old butt off at times. They talk to me like I’m a person but those two still think I’m a cat! Lee is such a pushover, I knew if I acted real sickly and underfed he would bring me into the house and that’s exactly what he did, many, many years ago. Rose is gentle and filled with love, as every good mother should be, she is my baby.
I worry about Rose, her health hasn’t been very good lately, she is suffering from every lung condition in the books, along with diabetes, even dementia. That makes days very hard for her, so I try to be really nice to her and show her lots of love and affection. I sleep by her feet all night and always sit on her lap in the recliner, she pets me constantly.
Lee doesn’t seem to be the Rock Hudson, she thought she was getting when she married him way, way back. I love to just sit with Rose and I know my presence makes her feel good, which is very comforting to me. She yells at me at times, about not to do certain things but I know she doesn’t really mean it. She hollers, “watch your claws a lot,” while I make biscuits on her stomach, or scratch the furniture. That’s what cats do, for crying ‘meow’ out loud!
Lee is always coming up with special names for me like Dumb cat, or Damn cat, my name is Princess. I have a Royal Countenance about me, everyone can see that. If Rose asks, “Did you feed Princess?” He always says something really dumb, like, ‘have you got an alligator?’ He thinks his so-called Terms of Endearment are really cute. When he does these things I have something special for him. I have the power to make a sore pop out in either one of his nostrils, or both, like an ingrown hair and it will stay sore for 3 or 4 days. I could put a boil on his butt too. He is very fortunate, I did like him a little at one time.
The hair on my back almost stands straight up when he forgets to empty the cat box on time, which seems to be quite regular. I thought he was going to have a heart attack one day, I pretended to do my job next to the Box. I got a big laugh out of that one. He was screaming at Rose, “Your cat is peeing on the floor.” Rose knew better because she knows me and trusts me in a special way. Lee asked, “Why has it been my job to empty the cat box since day one?” You brought her to the house! Why should I be punished for doing a good deed?
My tired, sore old body was still in bed at 9:00 AM today. I had a busy, half scary, long night thinking about our families, my own and my wife’s family, and the many cats our families have had through the years.
This following message came to me in a dream. My mother-in-law passed away at age 80, that was approximately 17 years ago. She did make a promise to me, it was something like this. If there was a way, ‘she would make life very uncomfortable for me, if I didn’t treat her daughter Rose right.’ It was more or less a threat. No, It was a threat, “You be good to my baby girl or you will have no peace and rest in your lifetime.
It then hit me, I brought princess into the house 17 years ago, shortly after my mother-in-law passed away. It surely can’t be possible! Did she come back as Princess? Her hair was snow-white, like the cat. If that is the case she wasn’t in limbo long, that is understandable, the keeper of the gate just looked the other way.
Rose, “I will feed Princess and take the cat box out right now.”
What kinds of experiences stir emotions for the past within you?
Lake Poinsett Nostalgia
The word that was suggested for the one-word prompt recently was nostalgia. It was a photo challenge, but the photos I’m using here are not current. The beautiful lake named Lake Poinsett in northeastern South Dakota is where I will take you on my nostalgia trip. I was born in 1940 and grew up witnessing many changes at the lake. With this post, I hope to take a short trip back down memory lane and recall different things about Lake Poinsett. It has seen dramatic changes in usage, population, residences, year around homes, food, drink, bait and tackle places and a multitude of water level changes.
We lived on a farm less than a mile south of the lake, our parents were Frank and Frances Olson. A lot of time was spent either fishing or swimming in our lives. Our great uncle Simon Hoel built a stone house on the hill just east of the park in 1885, part of it still stands. My grandfather Andrew Olson helped him farm the land.
Tall, virgin prairie grass grew for a mile along the south shore of the lake. Simon and my grandfather cut hay from it for forty years. There is a beautiful state park on that land today, trees and campgrounds everywhere.
A few tall original cottonwood trees were growing along the shoreline but through the centuries ice knocked most of them down. A wagon trail can still be seen in places, it went to the east boundary fence and on for another mile to the Hendrickson farm, what is now Runia’s farm. There were no homes or cabins on any of that land.
Just to the west of the State Park property, there was a very lively, noisy dance hall named Smith’s place. It flourished in the late 1800s and early 1900s. It was a very lively dance hall, where many big name bands played as they traveled through this area. We knew Charlie Smith the owner and his family very well. Their daughter babysat the three Olson boys on occasion.Karlton, Harlan, and Leland. My brother Harlan was a banker, writer, and collector of artifacts who helped start the Museum at the state park entrance. Harlan loved every minute of it, even the many volunteer hours. He passed away on March 8, 2016. I can see him searching for artifacts on old Heavenly terrain now. I would imagine there are some very nice artifacts to be found near those streets of gold.
Smith’s dance hall and the property was all sold to the Methodist Church, they may have become the first church to have a beer license. The original dance hall building where Lawrence Welk played still stands, in the same place on that stretch of shoreline. Today it is used for meetings and as a dining hall, that says something for old-time construction.
Arlington Beach, the next place west was run by a lady named Ann Oburn. This picture is of the Lake Poinsett water slide in the 1920’s. I think it was located at Arlington Beach, as far as I can tell from looking at the Hills and the trees in the background. I will be glad to edit this story and change the location if it is wrong. Ann Oburn had a few rental cabins, cafe and bait house.
Bud Mueller from Estelline gave boat rides at Arlington Beach in the 1940’s. This was his fancy boat.
In the nineteen forties or early fifties it was purchased by Russ Weiland and his wife who operated it for many years. Russ was possibly the original Evinrude Johnson dealer in this part of the country. His daughter and son-in-law relocated Weiland Marine, which is now on Highway 81.
West from there were only two or three houses until you got to the little hill top farm with the goats. I think Madsens lived there. There were only two cabins between there and Mundt’s Resort. Mundt’s had several small cabins that they rented out. There was a farm between Mundt’s resort and what is now Pier 81.
There was another dance hall that later became Wieland Marine on Highway 81 just north of the corner by the Poinsett Cemetery, it closed after the War. It was near a gas station, some called Hilltop, others Ann’s Place. She served lunches and usually had a lively crowd, Ann and Clyde served beverages to those with the most discriminating tastes. The place later became Ole’s repair shop. It was Gene’s repair until Weiland Marine bought it.
Ernie Edwards moved a building to the lake and started Edwards resort, possibly in the late 40s early 50s. Edwards served good food and had a bar and live music.
Edwards Resort had dances through the 50s 60s and 70s mainly Country Western and Rock and Roll music. They usually had very good crowds. I believe it was sometime in the 1960’s a truck driver must have gone to sleep at the wheel and he tipped his semi over in Edwards parking lot wrecking cars and almost taking out the gas pumps. I can’t imagine the call that fellow had to make to his company explaining he just wrecked a few dozen cars while tipping over at a crowded dance. I was there that night I recall there was a lot of commotion. It was a miracle that no one was even hurt, many people were outside.
On the west side of the Lake, there was a resort called Sportsmans Lodge owned by Nessen’s, the Hawley family was there too, it burned down. It was a very long large building with a restaurant, I believe they also had cabins and rooms in the lodge that they rented out.
What is now Lakeview Resort was a small resort opened by Ole Mikelmier. It later became Fish Haven, home of the famous Carp Sandwich. They had a secret BBQ sauce, It brought out the best in a big chunk of carp. From Lakeview North, there were two or three homes.
The Grape Farm had no homes until the first one was built right on the point in the 1950s. From there North to Saarinen’s the state purchased part of the shoreline and later sold Lots to private owners. That closed it for skinny dipping. From Saarinen’s Point North there were a few homes because it was close to the highway.
Nitteberg’s Resort was just east of the Stonebridge. That highway washed out west of the bridge in the spring of 1969 as flood waters from over a hundred inches of snow came in from the river and Dry Lake.
Nittebergs must have had a couple dozen summer cabins that they rented out along with boats and bait. They also had some carnival rides in the summer months and afternoon roller skating in the dance hall. The dance hall was built over the lake at one time, but ice damage made them move it back to shore. It was a family run business.The brothers John and Clair ran the bar and maintained most jukeboxes, pinball and other game machines in a large area, their sisters operated the cafe.
The Dance Hall was very busy and a lively location during the 50’s and 60’s and into the 70’s. There was all types of music, old time music was the most popular for many years, until Rock and Roll moved in. There were many big-name bands playing at Nittebergs Resort in the early years, the Model T and Model A days. Lawrence Welk who was from Strasburg N D played there in his younger days. Miron Florin from Rosholt South Dakota managed the Welk music when Lawrence stepped down.
Leo Fortin’s Orchestra was a regular at Nitteberg’s Stone Bridge Resort for many years.
They had Thursday night dances in the fifties. I recall our football coach at Castlewood kept telling us “you guys have a good football team but just think how much better you would be if you didn’t spend all night at the dance on Thursday night.” I guess he had a good point there.
We danced a lot to Big Tiny Little’s Band who played with The Lawrence Welk Orchestra. He was born in Worthington Minnesota and was a regular there in the 50s and 60s.
Dry Lake was north of The Stone Bridge. In the dryer years, it was full of muskrat houses. The Game Warden Ed White with his Smokey the Bear Hat would fire a shotgun to open the trapping season. From what I have heard it was like the Boomer Sooner land rush in Oklahoma. Trappers made a mad dash to claim as many muskrat houses as they could.
The County’s had a bounty on pocket gophers at one time. It was rumored that some entrepreneurial muskrat Trappers took the front paws from their muskrats and turned them in to claim pocket gopher bounty in the spring.
When you went east from Nittebergs cabins, there were only one or two houses, the one right below the hill was named ‘The Mouse Turd Inn.” The west side of that hill was real steep, just a dirt trail going straight up, many Model A’s some Model T’s, later newer cars had drivers who challenged each other to make it to the top. The dust really flew! I think some got sideways on occasion and rolled back down the hill.
The resort on top of the hill was known as Jim Bagley’s place. A long wooden staircase went down the hill to the lake. They also had a café, fishing equipment, and bait. The name was changed to the Hilltop Resort later when owned by Louie Morales and his family. Louie rented out boats at Thomas Lake one summer when perch fishing was hot.
Just down the hill, east of the hilltop resort, there were three or four homes before you got to Hammer’s pasture and to the outlet of Lake Poinsett, that led to Stark’s Bridge where flood gates were installed. There have been several fish winterkill years when oxygen in the lake got so low most of the fish died. Dead fish in windrows around the lake at one time. The worst spring brought out the National Guard with front-end loaders, trucks and lots of shovels.
The Bakke farm and Cemetery took up most of the east shore. Two homes were on the hill overlooking Prestrude’s Landing. Lots were developed and cabins built to the south of the boat landing in the 1950’s. Goulds opened a beer and bait place there in the late forties but it didn’t last. The next mile of shoreline was only recently developed by the Hansen family. Going south from the Hansen development to Hendricksons or now Runia’s there were two cabins.
This has been a rather selfish nostalgic trip around Lake Poinsett. I’m really young to have nostalgia for the water slide or for the swimming attire. So actually I feel a lot younger by taking this trip back just a few years before my time. I thought I would like to share these memories of Lake Poinsett while I’m still able to share them. The changes at Lake Poinsett are hard to imagine if you didn’t witness them. The number of very large homes today must reflect a great prosperity in this country or something?
At night the lake and all of the country side was darker than pitch, this was in 1945, before REA, no all night yard lights, no electric lights period. We played cards with light from a kerosene lamp on the table. This country at night was a whole lot darker, the small glow in the sky to the west was Lake Norden’s lights. The smaller glow to the east was Estelline in the Sioux River bottom. You could barely make out a tiny glow for Brookings, that was a long way off. You might say nights were a bonus for ghosts and goblins in those days. On a night with no moon or stars, you best hope your lantern did not go dry. Can you imagine going back to live in those times?
NOVEMBER 15, 2016 / LELAND OLSON HOEL / EDIT
Swimming attire has gone from one extreme to the other throughout the centuries. In classical antiquity, swimming and bathing were done naked. The swimming suits here from the 1920’s seem a wee bit extreme, the weight of the wet swim suit could pull you under. Now close to 100 years later we saw, peered, peeked our way through the teeny weeny, polka dot bikini era, we are almost back to swimming in the nude again.
What goes around comes around, with nostalgia or Murphy’s Law.
If one of your late ancestors were to come back from the dead and join you for dinner, what things about your family would this person find the most shocking?
Somebody in our family got the idea a while back that it would be just great if we all got together and had dinner out. Of course, the first question that came up, where to eat? Some wanted to go to McDonald’s, others wanted Chinese buffet. We had a few younger ones voted for Italian. One grandson with the oriental wife wanted Japanese sushi. I shouted, “this is getting us nowhere, we are all going to go to Ralph’s Gizzard Kitchen and pull a few tables together and enjoy a family dinner.”
We all finally got seated at Ralph’s Place. I ask, “how about ordering.” Each one wants to order from the menu by themselves. Immediately I shouted, “No way José, this is not going to work, it will drain my bank account.” We can all have the special and I will pick up the check. If each one wants to order separately we will go Dutch. No one wanted the special, as I thought, with a breath of relief. Orders finally were all placed, waitresses started bringing out all the different meals.
Everyone was relaxing and enjoying their meals when we heard some police siren’s out in front. Pretty soon a policeman walked in the door with this big old fellow, who looked like a lumberjack. The policeman asked, “Is somebody here named Leland Olson.” That’s me, I replied.” The policeman says, “This old geezer was wandering around in the middle of the street looking for a restaurant called Ralph’s Gizzard Kitchen. Nobody in town seemed to know where it was.” Whoever picked this place to eat must not get out of the house much! So anyway, “This fellow claims to be the great-grandfather of Leland Olson. He got the message to meet everyone here for a family dinner.”
I jumped up and gave my great-grandpa a big old hug, you look great, you died in 1914. I started banging a glass with my spoon. Can I have everyone’s attention, “This is great-grandpa Ole Hoel, he came all the way from Canada to have dinner with us.” Sit down and join us. So, “how have things been going with you grandpa, what would you like to eat?” Salted herring and lutefisk are out of season right now. They have excellent walleye fillets, I heard you always liked fish, we all did. Grandpa said, “That will be just fine, “but I don’t seem to have the appetite I had working in the woods all day.”
I asked, “How long can you stay,” They said, ‘until dinner is over’ “I thought maybe you could come out to the house and stay awhile.” ‘Well, that is not part of the deal.’ I’m here to just have dinner with you and your family, to see what you all look and act like.’ “Frankly, I am shocked, It looks like you all have a lot of confusion and bad manners.” “You should all be eating at one table at your home.” ‘Grandpa things change.’ He says, “Don’t know why things got to change that much, only been a little over a 100 years or so since I left here.”
So I asked him, “If you’re leaving after dinner, I hope you’re not walking all the way back to Rocky Mountain House, Alberta.” No way, “Walk that far, you nuts? I did it once in 1905! “I will be returned to Canada the same way I got here. Something beamed me up, I didn’t have my Derby hat so they beamed me back down, got my hat, they beamed me up again and it brought me here. I hope they get it right going back.”
Thanks for supper, it was nice to meet your family. Leland, What did you say you do? Blogging? Never heard of it, “Now logging, I know a lot about log………
Bye, bye, great-grandpa, I love you.
Fears evolve over time. What is one fear you’ve conquered?
I will have to say one fear that I finally conquered was getting married. I have had talks with myself through the years. They would go something like this. Hey self, ‘yes,’ “you sure your not gay,” ‘self, of course not, no way.’
I played high school football and had several different dates in high school. This one young lady and I had a bad case of puppy love that lasted about a year. Then a cheerleader from another town came along and that became more serious. She sent me a Dear John letter while I was in boot camp. I got to thinking later, never hit many home runs in high school, then I didn’t play baseball either. A second cheerleader was very special, she kept in touch with me while I served two years in Japan. I should have been far more considerate of her, for my future and hers.
I told myself dad beating up on my mother every other week had no bearing on me and my female relationships. My stepdad was a sex pervert who liked boys, that should’ve had nothing to do with me, he might have been an altar boy at one time.
I got sent to Japan for two years in 1960, a young lady working in our squadron coffee shop and I knew at first glance, THIS IS IT, we grew to be so close, it was as if our souls became one. In 1962 we said goodbye to each other at the train station in Tokyo. Half of me flew home the next day, the other half never made it back to the USA. We exchanged letters for a long time.
In 1964 my back was broken in a car wreck. If you are lucky enough to get your neck broke there can be some sex after spinal cord injury. My fracture was in the thoracic-lumbar region, bowel, bladder, sex and one leg affected. I have often thought, that was my payback for being inconsiderate of my female friends and a coward when it came to marriage.
I tried living the life of a hermit for a couple years in Northern Minnesota. If you want to be a hermit, you better like lonely, that’s about all I can say about the hermit lifestyle.
My cousin like a brother was driving a refrigerated truck from Sioux Falls South Dakota to Arizona and California every week. He talked me into working with him. If we had a load of meat for Tucson Arizona, we stayed at the same motel every week, it was nice and they had a pool, bar, and a small dance floor. That is where I met my wife to be, this was 1969. At that time the family was even starting to look at me with that look in their eyes, is he or isn’t he, like marriage is supposed to be for everyone? I don’t think so!
Rose Marie and I dated, parked out in the desert and talked while listening to the Martians, desert sounds, etc. We did lots of dancing, some drinking, then decided to get married, sort of a take care of each other in old age deal, that’s now where were at. She had four daughters and a grandson when we got married. After 44 years I have lost track of how many grandchildren and great-grandchildren there are.
My life has been under constant change living with a spinal injury. I lose more ability to do things almost daily. It is an effort anymore just to do daily things that everyone takes for granted. Life is still good and it will go on as long as the creator has something for us to do. We may as well make the most each new day that we are given.
An older brother said one time, “married men live longer,” ‘no,’ “it just seems longer.” He said it as a joke but I do believe married man might live a little longer.
The moon was complete, full over warm waters.
The sea became suddenly calm horizon to horizon.
Our long-awaited rendezvous had come to a climax.
The moonlight danced on our spent, bare bodies.
We lay in each other’s arms, there on our blanket, the Seashore,
oblivious to time or space.
My mermaid said, “we must do this again,”soon.
The second of my author interviews over afternoon tea is with Leland Olson. Having read and enjoyed his responses to some of the Weekend Writing Prompts, I was excited to be able to put my ten questions to him.
So grab a cup of tea and maybe a biscuit or slice of cake, then sit back and relax and read the interview…
Thanks so much for taking the time to join us for afternoon tea today, Leland. To begin with, for those who don’t know you or have yet to discover your writing, please introduce yourself.
My name is Leland Olson. I am 78 years old and live at Arlington South Dakota, USA. I have been married for 48 years, have four step-daughters and many grandchildren. My wife and I have become each other’s caregivers.
When did you first realise you wanted to become a writer?
I wrote letters…
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My great-great grandfather Ole Estensen Hoel was born at Hoelen, Folldal, Norway on December 02, 1816. He was the husband of Ingeborg Olsdatter. They had eleven children. One was my great grandfather Ole Estenson Hoel, he and his brothers Simon and Eston, they came to America in 1873.
Ole Estensen Hoel husband of Johanna Margretha Andersdatter Father of Gideon Joas, Etta (Ingreborg Jett), Kristian Andreas and Ole Vilhelm Hoel Olson
Eston Olson Hoel and his wife Maria Katherine (Kaisa) and children left Norway and came to America in 1873. Eston was a Forester in Norway. Mrs Olson Hoels parents, Nils and Eva Kaisa Anttilan came with them. They settled in Calumet, Michigan. Eston worked in the copper mines, the mines were deep under Lake Superior. Being afraid of a cave-in they decided to leave Michigan
In 1878, they came to what was then Dakota Territory by covered wagon and oxen. They homesteaded in Hamlin County on July 10th, 1888 where they built their first house. A prairie fire burned their belongings. All they were able to save was the clothing and bedding which they carried out to the garden. The wind was so strong it was impossible to fight the fire. There were many hardships and disappointment but still, they managed. Wild game was quite plentiful so was fish, which furnished much of their food.
They built a sod house to live in on the North edge of a creek in the same area and later moved to a farmhouse which is now in the city of Hayti. This was before Hayti was a town, it was the only house in the area at that time. Hay was twisted and tied for fuel, there was not much one could get to burn. Buffalo Chips were used for fuel. The Eston Hoel family moved to a farm near Nitteberg South Dakota which was a general store and post office at that time. On the nortwest side of Lake Poinsett. Eston was a mail carrier from Nitteberg to Estelline.
In 1905 the family moved to Ward County North Dakota and settled north of Rice Lake, it was so dry there wasn’t even tumbleweeds. In 1909, they moved to Rocky Mountain House Alberta Canada. Eston Olson Hoel was born on June 21st, 1840 at Norbotten, Keven Angen Skjarvo Norway. He died November 7th, 1911 at Rocky Mountain House Alberta Canada. Maria Kattrina Olson Hoel was born February 2nd, 1847 at Alta Norway and died January 15th, 1916 at Rocky Mountain House Alberta `Canada they had 10 children Edward Ingebret, Olena Ingeborg, Ollie Benjamin, Ida, Anna Johanna, Hedvig Onnes (Hatti), Alfred Eston, John Svedrup, Felix Simon and Julia Edwarda.
Nils Anttilan was born December 28th 1829 at Torino Laivanemi, Norway and died November 4th, 1906 at Ward County North Dakota. Eva Kaisa Anttilan was born March 10th, 1826 at Alten Norway, and died September 25th 1907 in Ward County North Dakota. They are both buried in a small cemetery on a hill in Ward County, North of Rice Lake. The cemetery was fenced and declared a landmark for protection from a plow.
My great grandfather Ole Hoel came to America in 1868 and lived in the Hamlin County area helping his brother Simon get settled. He moved to Canada in 1909 leaving his children here. Ole Olson Hoel was born in 1842 in Norway and died in 1925 at Rocky Mountain House Alberta Canada.
Irwin H Olson was with Weyerhaeuser company since he graduated from the University of Washington, in 1949 with a degree in chemistry. He began with their Pulp and Paper plant at Longview Washington where he grew up. Transferred to their Cosmopolis Washington Plant where he was their technical director. Irwin was manager of the Weyerhaeuser Pulp and Paper plant in Plymouth North Carolina before being transferred to the New Bern plant.
Erwin Howard was born at Rocky Mountain House Alberta on May 31st 1923. He and his wife Helen had three children Kurt Andrew Olson, Gary Stephen Olson, and Le Ann Susan Olson. I visited with Gary on the phone many years ago, he was living in New Bern North Carolina.
Eston and Greta Hoel’s son Felix Simon Christian had the following children. Hazel Eleanor, Ethel Francis, and Howard. Hazel married Vladimir Stepanovich Zacharenko, they lived in Palo Alto California.
Hazel supplied much of the information about the Eston Hoel family. Her husband’s brother was the father of the movie actress Natalie Wood.
“Reminiscing Of Pioneer Days by Alfred E. Kangas”
“Later that same fall I plowed for Simon Olson Hoel on the SE 3-112-52 the land that the buildings are on now. At that time Olson lived nearly a mile farther north not far from the lake in a dugout on the south bank of a hill. It was there one evening that I had fever. I may have got up from bed crying that the house will fall. I remember Simon Olson’s father, a big tall man, took me in his arms and held me until the fever was over.”
Alfred thought the big tall man was Simon’s father, he was actually Simon’s brother, my great-grandfather Ole. Alfred became good friends with my grandfather Andrew. Ole stayed there with Simon and helped build the house of stone. Ole later moved to Canada.
Family gathering at the cemetery
Take a look at the hole in the corner of the casket. It looks like great-grandpa wasn’t buried alone. I believe there was a rodent or two with him. The next two pictures are of The Green Valley Cemetery. It got vandalized after most of the family left the area. The graves remained there but a stone was placed in the town cemetery.
My life commitment was to self, while
her resolute devotion grew.
It was only a matter of time and she grew to love me too
What If Summit
Some extremely savvy and sage, prognosticators consider Hanoi an exceptional choice for President Trump and Kim Jong-un to have a Summit meeting. I thought it was possibly a dangerous, even poor choice when you consider how long the US was at war with both countries. The Korean people are not as begrudging.
Vietnam no doubt has numerous, maybe a multitude of people with animosity, or downright hatred towards the USA. Hopefully, the Vietnamese leaders hosting the Summit have softened and are more forgiving now that we are trusted trading partners.
It has crossed my mind, Trump and Kim Jong-un may be staying at the Hanoi Hilton. I personally hope they choose a different Hotel even if there is no Trump Towers in Hanoi yet.
A totally absurd hypothetical came to mind. What if they lock Trump in his room? Then it dawned on me, The U.S. Congress could be deadlocked for many months over a decision to send someone to get him or not. There are many scenarios, Congress might even trade someone else for him. It could drag on for years.
My writing did stink
It really made me think
My old glasses helped
Now it is just indistinct
The test of my new craft was set for sundown. Sun dogs on the Horizon beckoned me, a beautiful site to behold. I had no need to speed, just enjoy the setting sun for a bit. Always careful with flight controls yet bumped the throttle, the speed lock stuck on high. The sun was soon overhead, then set again. Three sunsets later the earth was much smaller in my rear view mirror.