Category: Tall Tales

I Am Henryk

I Am Henryk based on a true story A Screenplay by George Hartman OPENING CREDITS ROLL MUSIC: An elaborate electronic space sound. Smooth and as continuous as the moving camera’s journey to earth. EXT: Deep in the universe, far from earth. At first what seems to be complicated microscopic images of glowing, duplicating cells slowly […]

nucleomituphobia.

Here is the obituary of trying: millions cascaded the streets swinging signs of hope. The skies were dreary but there was love and unity everywhere. “america first” is what we are told we will become. When once we were so remarkably blessed because we always wanted to help other people. what is so wrong with […]

(mikes bar)

about Mikes bar was an old mans bar on Roosevelt avenue right before the West Carteret bridge. I t was the quintessential filthy bar with a Jukebox, pool table and black and white Tv up on a shelf. It’s not there anymore. It was refurbished with shiny new bar with mirrors and played disco music […]

Hard to describe in words

You may find yourself… One day I woke up here and the sun was spilling into our bed in what seemed to be huge buckets of yellow and orange paint. We had breakfast together and then went outside into the garden. People come in and out of your life for a reason I come here […]

Gill-go-round

In this months PTMYT (April 2014) another old mysterious Gill photo taken on Austin street in Westfield NJ. (probably). This photo had the same kind of look and feel of another old Gill photo mentioned in a previous BLOG POST. Definitely not from the same day at all. Maybe some of the same people but […]

Gettysburg 1970

two score and three years ago our father, full of determination and curiosity gathered his young family into a green Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser and journeyed 200 miles southwest into the belly of American history, the fields of Civil War death, the tourist traps the land of hotels and cyan colored swimming pools. The fierce fighting […]

All we are, is all we will ever be.

I’d like to bring you back again and see if you changed your mind about death. Brenda called “SHOTGUN!” as my sisters ran to my car. Beverly just smiled and elegantly squeezed her long lean body into the crowded back seat of my small Kia Reo. “On my God, it’s been SO long!” she said. […]

low tide

A wooden house in eastern Europe. Elm trees. Low hills. My walking stick. “Let me sketch you.” Set yourself free. Charcoal shadows and hollow air. The earth sings goodbye to another day. Brisk and fresh. Steam and mist. There is no script. A car radio bleats the blues….my minds not right….my sideburns are lopsided…my testicles […]

Fear Of Abandonment

While many family historians struggle to discover any tiny piece of information that they can, we have been blessed (on the Hartman side at least) with a recent slew of photographs and now documents of our early nineteenth century beginnings. These new “Family Memory” documents are a really fun and interesting read. I would recommend […]

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