Summer Just Pastime


It’s the pastimes of our lives and how we wish to hear them. There were village festivities, I remember them well. I attended many of them, I was there singing out quite loudly, always being the life of the party.

And it’s the pastimes of our lives now and how we wish to hear them. It’s supposed to fling your bell while sometimes meeting like this in a forest setting.

To be sure…

There have been occasions where I have incidentally ran into a friend, someone I know, someone to talk to, it’s usually where I’ve attended the many churchiness functions or in the afternoons and in public.

I like to have caffè or something, a beer and I’m thinking before I go out there to my favorite place, I should ask, “Hey, are you up for something?” First, I should call, not sure how to ask you though, you’re probably not sure either. Why don’t we just come out with it!






Getting There

California - 30

What does one have to do in order to get there?  I’ll need to take the public transportation system, a bus southbound to get into the city, it’s not an easy task you know, because there are transfer stations and time constraints, dilemmas and tasks, location spots, drop off spots, waiting periods and just people all around you, people everywhere and they’re not listening to you and not listening to anyone, the traffic and the noise, it’s loud, it’s all here right here, but what will you make of this place, just in order to get there, just to tell someone, to see someone?


The Brew Master


I’m Johonas Component. I’m in the process of starting my own brewery. I’m searching for select choice ingredients to brew my own special beer.

I will have to try out the many different types of beers, because my research includes learning and tasting all the best beers, the many different kinds of pale ales, pilsners and lagers and learning as much as I can of their ingredients, and how each are made of the different methods during the brewing process.

I will go far reaching to create my own fabricated recipes for beers of the varying degrees of course, with herbs and spices, all of my choosing because this is what I do.

I must find and allocate the resources for such manufacturing and the brewing of beer, where to find and locate supply and support of the barley, hops and rice and other source ingredients. Eventually I may wish to continue to procure from these suppliers on a regular basis. Sometimes I’m using local farmers in order to obtain my ingredients, other times traveling to different parts unknown where those ingredients typically are not found around locally.

“When you think of me, think of brewing hops and barley, the smell you pick up while visiting a brewery.”

-Johonas Component



You’re A Player Aren’t You


What a fleeting thought. It’s a vicious cycle, it’s okay though because we need to be informed. But still.

Hang on, we’re caught in the middle of advancements made in the electronic industry. All too often people are still leery of the internet.

Advancements are being made in the developing and the design of social media, selling merchandise through advertising. Hey, there’s a name brand I like on a hat.

Solicitation is made through the frivolities we use, of the web sites, through the startups, blogging websites. Each so called blog has an advert ‘clickbait’. Yes, we may have our own domain website, all for free, paid for from advertisers, the electronic players, cafeterias, pubs, McDonald’s even, any place where there’s free Wi-Fi. Advertisers are having their pyramid schemes done for them so easy.

The so called ‘Generation Passé’ on to the other, of a life of liberty the full pursuit of happiness, fully charged, the richest young lives ever, having never started at the shattered base upon on a mixer of bad decisions and poor circumstances.

Don’t you remember the Internet Cafes where upon we try and connect, where we try and come together, actually we’re learning acronyms.

Now seriously taking into account the costs. That’s the real reason to disconnect!



Your Words

David in a sense, I knew or had known you were like this. Why then is this your message of sadness, I read your report. I understand these are bleak circumstances but of course so true, of everything about you, as everything unfolds about you, to include you! It was his teeth marks wasn’t it? A kiss being a grim reminder. He bit you and this was a devilish feel, it made you shudder, it made you flinch, his soft bite meant especially for you. David, surely this is a friendly reminder, a message to all, true and one of love. I’m sure this is about your coming out.


Rural Byways


There is a place where nobody goes and suddenly a thought occurrs to me, I should drive into this small town and find somewhere to have lunch. My choices were pretty clear, traffic or no traffic. I’m not wearing a necktie, I’m on my motorcycle.

I must decide to ride my motorcycle through a specific route traveling around the little town on the bypass, or to drive straight through the town and stop somewhere to have lunch. I know just the place. I see it while approaching this town, checking things out as the town gets closer, I can just as easily go straight through. I decided to drive into the center of town.

Usually when I get on the bypass to go around on the outskirts of town, I never see anything if I go around the town. It’s a faster pace but hey, who’s in a hurry around these parts? I sometimes get in a hurry. I feel like if I do these loops, to complete a circle on the map, it makes the ride more enjoyable and I can get through the hurdles rather quickly. There are plenty of miles to go. I’m putting many miles on my motorcycle. These miles mean wear and tear on my tires, also the maintenance intervals come due more frequently.

Here on this day I’m on this fast loop of a super four lane highway, I’m all over my lane of travel. I can’t hold a straight line, not like that. I won’t, it’s too slow it’s not how I ride. I’m always changing lane position. I meet corners at the apex of the curves leaning over and launch very quickly again into a straightaway from the curves. I’m clutching and switching gears while riding fast, okay yes, it’s a fast pace and I do love that feel riding motorcycles.

One of my favorite rides or routes is to arrive at a favorite destination, a family restaurant for lunch. This at a crossroads some 100 miles away from my home. Here you may have breakfast, lunch or dinner.

The best meal is Sunday lunch or dinner, whatever you call it. It’s the noon meal after church services on Sunday. A diner that is near the cross roads of my ride through rural American, that’s unique. There is a major state highway that begins next to it. This highway begins the second leg of my circle. It has gentle rolling hills going thru farmlands. The restaurant is open all year around. This friendly diner sits a good distance away from anywhere in this part of the state of a rural area. Most of the townspeople eat here. If you come all the way here then you deserve to have yourself a meal because you have earned it.

This diner where I usually eat, is the only place to eat. I can get a decent meal here, unless I just want to get a snack across the street at the gas station next door. Usually the patrons there are sent outside to their cars. I however was riding my motorcycle.

On my first encounter coming to this diner I was fascinated by the way the waitress spoke to me with those big innocent eyes of hers, “Did you want something to eat?”

“Yes, quite frankly I do My Dear,” I said. My first thoughts were, “What the heck Ole Gal, ain’t it obvious?”

Now, I shouldn’t have been so hard to please, to answer her like that, angrily, actually I just needed something to eat because I was hungry. First, I needed to wash my hands, “Are you looking for the bathroom,” she says.

“Honey, can’t you be more discreet, it is my personal business what I do in the bathrooms,” but there I go again. I did not notice her properly enough when I walked inside. Hearing her speak to me twice before I sat down was when I almost got sarcastically right up in her face smiling from ear to ear, “Why Yes My Dear, Where Are Your Bathrooms.” You know.. linger a bit, affixing my stares at her, seconds would pass, me glaring at her. I’d be right up inside of her space and why not, she had already invaded my personal space, my business of using the bathrooms IS MY BUSINESS. I guess in her mind she wants to know and so do I Honey! “But….Honey, please, can you escort me to your bathrooms. Please and Thank You!”

The food was great. I like the sunshine and being outdoors, I’m the outdoorsy type. I have ridden my motorcycle there many times, put in many miles and rode to many places. It’s not a famous place -no way, it’s a step further. It’s in an area of the state where I can find rural farmlands, beautiful scenery and good roads along the way on the scenic byways of our State.


Take A Moment


Often there are instances where we have misunderstood things. Once we sit down and think this through we can begin to undo the instances where we have misunderstood those things. Maybe there is a beautiful spot in nature where we can sit down and relax.

Nothing is ever perfect, but I know we can find balance. I hope we can find balance. We avenge our thoughts. We want retribution. We want to escape. Something or someone has taken sides against us. We want revenge on a grand scale. Forget it and live. Interaction with the human race is full of misinformation.