Fly the Friendly Underground

Trains that can fly. These tube trains were invented by Joseph V. Foe. I'm creating my own version of the flying train out of photos of what has come before.

More to come....

Health Careless

The Doctor was smoking a pipe in the Birthing Room.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Does the pipe bother you and your wife?"

"Yes! Get out of the room!"

"I'll be back."

The fat man dressed as a doctor said in anger as he left the birthing room.

The fat doctor returned with more doctors and they told me my unborn child was endangered because the cord was wrapped around his or hers neck.

"I don't believe you."

"I'm a doctor how can you question my opinion?"

"I question your opinion because you're an arrogant stupid doctor without any proof. Now I want to talk to your superior in this hospital."

A few minutes later his superior entered the birthing room.

"What seems to be the problem?"

I was about to make a bad decision that could have killed my son.

"I want you to induce labor before your staff of keystone cop doctors kill my unborn child."

Without saying another word the fool doctor did just that.

Before I go on let me say there are many good doctors and hospitals in the world but this place wasn't a good hospital and no good doctors were to be found.

"I was in the labor room watching the so called doctor prepare to give my then wife a shot for the pain before doing a.....

Work in Progress. More to come....

Pardon my Politics

Politics are the death of truth. I hate the concept of politics and yet I can see patterns in these vortex of lies that others are blind too. I don't care how you vote or if you vote. I will vote but with the corruption of the election process I don't know if my vote will count. Don't live in a fantasy world, both sides cheat.

I will never talk about who I vote for again. Who cares?

"Tell me who you're voting for. I won't make fun of you."

I'm tied of that lie.

Election campaigns are cesspools of emotional folly that destroy logic. We've never had a system of government in all of human history, just systems of bribery.

Please put your hate speech away because no one wants to hear about your politics.

Years ago my best subject in college wasn't art but Political Science. The head of the department asked me to change my major.

"Robert you missed half my classes, never read the text book and you still pulled a B in my class. Your a natural, don't you think you should change your major?"

"No, I hate Political Science."

I don't hate the people running for office, political parties or voters, I just hate the mind numbing process called politics.

The Billion Year Spree

I was less than a virus in a rock falling towards Earth. I fell into the world ocean of the planet and became more than I was. I was a mushroom growing across the landscape before the first plant was created. I breathed oxygen through my gills and knew I would be more when my fruit began to rot.

I crawled upon the land and shed my gills but my young still needed the water to grow in.
I could be more and took to the air on transparent wings. I became giant beasts of the land and eons later became a master of imagination in human form.

I am life. I am a force of nature. I am infinite imagination. If I die I will be reborn. I am eternal.

Always say Goodbye

My mother was angry at my Grandfather English for leaving without saying goodbye. I guess this happened in the late 1940's or early 1950's. He had just learned to type and gave her this note.

She carries it with her in her purse to remember his love for her.

I forgot to say goodbye to my Grand Daughter. No, that's not true. I thought I didn't need to say goodbye to my Grand Daughter.

Her mother was changing her diaper in the back room and I just left.

When I got home the phone rang.

"Dad, you didn't say goodbye to Cordelia and she has been crying and looking for you for three hours! Talk to her on the phone. She won't go to sleep and you've broke her little heart. She wanted to play with you."

"Cordelia, Grandpa is sorry. I love you."

"Rhhaahh Rha Rhhhhaaaaah!"

"Please forgive me Cordelia."

"Ahhh Ah Ahhh Rhaa."

Mike my son comes back on the phone.

"I think she'll go to sleep now but is she angry with you!"

Terror of the Toy Robots

I was dreaming about toy robots. I was trying to build giant robots based on the toy robots of my childhood but something was wrong. The people I was building these giant toy robots for were going to use them for evil. So I left their factory and I moved to the desert.

In the desert I painted landscapes in oil paints. I was happy until one day the giant toy robots came to my beautiful desert. The giant toy robots were laying asphalt over the desert.

I put my paintbrush down and picked up a slingshot from my easel. I held the slingshot in my left hand and opened my empty right hand. From my imagination I projected balls of energy the size of golf balls into my right hand. I fired the energy balls at the giant toy robots. They all fell in a great heap of broken machinery and asphalt. When I was done and there was no more giant toy robots to fell with my slingshot I began to paint a picture of toy robot mountain in the morning light.

Cotton Candy and a Horse

I am the goofy Grandfather. How did I live before my Grand Children? I miss Denver so I see Cordelia more and more but it does not ease the pain in my heart for those lost moments with Denver.

My asthma makes my life miserable. My throat burns from the invisible predator of pollution from coal burning power plants. I cough and gasp for air. I must live to see my Grandson. I must live to be with my Granddaughter.

I drive the long drive to Independence Missouri to see my Granddaughter. My lungs burn and my finger tips are numb. Now my toes are numb and I'm seeing spots. I'm not getting enough oxygen so I pull the car over to a parking lot.

"Please God let me breath."

I get a drink of soda and find some cough drops in the car. I feel nothing but pain but I drive on.
I pull into the driveway of my son's house. I feel a hundred years old as I pull myself out of my car. Death stalks me as I walk though their white picket fence and knock on the front door.

"Come on in."

I enter and my beautiful extended family is in the living room. Cordelia smiles when she sees me and I forget the pain in my limbs.

"Do you want to go to the fair with us dad?"

We're all walking to the fair on the court house square.

I volunteer to push Cordelia in her stroller the half mile to the fair. She looks back at me as I push her with a huge grin on her face, like its some kind of honor to have me push her. Cordelia's parents walk in front of us holding hands and Cordelia giggles at the sight of this.

My throat is closing up and my lungs begin to burn again. Fingers and toes start to go numb.
My legs ache more with each step. My son sees I'm having trouble breathing and offers to push Cordelia. I say I'm fine and pretend the pain isn't there. Soon I'm having trouble keeping up with my son and his wife.

"Dad let me take over."

I let my son push the stroller and wonder what happened to the man that walked twenty miles every Saturday.

Seeing the fair through my grand daughters eyes was wonderful. She tasted Cotton Candy for the first time and loved it. When we were leaving we walked over to a horse that was pulling a wagon for rides at the fair. With a little coxing from her mom, dad and me, Cordelia petted her first horse. She giggled as she touched the gentle beast forehead.

I drove home that night in pain but my asthma hadn't defeated me for I saw my grand daughter with cotton candy and a horse.