by Fred Nicholson | Aug 8, 2021 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Places & Faces, Stories
Day 4 in the Woods“I don’t get it!”“I don’t get it!”(Then try again.)For the first timeI stoppedlookedback and forwardWOW!I have never noticedthe length of this slope,after having been on the trailso many times before.I look up againthinking‘Still half way to...
by Fred Nicholson | Jan 6, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Love is the Answer, Places & Faces, Stories
Here we are, back at it. We came up out of the station (me and the sisters), somewhere in Kolkata (formerly Calcutta). I had been staying in an area where many of the hostels were located. All the maimed beggars, wobbly cloth and cardboard homes, and hands out, palms...
by Fred Nicholson | Jan 2, 2019 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Places & Faces, Stories
I lay down to rest last night and the word ‘forgiveness’ sprang up. I thought we were going to be writing about my relationship with dad. My lined yellow pad was close at hand. The next instant I was in the Bombay (currently Munbai ) airport. Our plane...
by Fred Nicholson | Sep 27, 2018 | All Mixed Up, Places & Faces, Stories
a Blank Page She was ninety-five and bedridden for 30 plus years. There were caregivers and her window faced the Catholic Church spires. Laying there, looking out praying, she died. Deb and I were offered the apartment, if we moved everything out and did all the...
by Fred Nicholson | Apr 21, 2014 | All Mixed Up, Fred Nicholson, Places & Faces, Stories
Taxiii . . . When I returned from Vietnam I held many different jobs for short periods of time. For more years than I can remember I drove a New York City taxicab at nights and had a multitude of memorable experiences doing so. I once picked up three young people, a...
