Author: David Rasmussen

The Drop

A cool morning breeze rustles the feathers of the sleeping bald eagle. His golden eye pops open just as the tip of the sun crests the earth.   From his perch high on a...

A Place Like Mayberry

“Sarah?…This is Andy Taylor.  Fine how are you……Well, soak it Sarah. Soak it a lot in warm salt water. Uh, listen Sarah, get me Thelma Lou will ya’? I know she’s Barney’s girl…..Cause I...

Trail Magic

Trail Names,  Trail Crossings & Trail Magic Almost every hiker on the Appalachian Trail gives up their name identity and takes on a new trail name.   You won’t meet a Bob, David, Mary or...

The Accident

“It’s OK honey”, she reassured him.  “You are doing this with dignity.   You gave everything for them and it’s not wrong to ask for a little help back. ”  He slips on his hat,...

Magic Dust

It’s 11:00 Saturday morning and Tom and Mary load their three kids into the mini van.  The hatchback is filled with an overflowing cooler, lawn chairs, bathing suits, and countless toys that will soon be used...

Following the Flow

With our camper attached to the truck, we inch our little turtle shell to the gate of the campground where we’ve lived for the past month in the tip of Southern Florida.  The gate arm...

My Mouth is a Festival

My nose feels like it is on a ride in Disney world.  I peddle my bike down a nice, flat, south Florida side street and suddenly I am slapped with the oh so welcoming...