Category: Memoirs

Riding with the Voices

ByTim Boothby February 4, 2014 0 Comments
So, driving into Boise this morning and a car load of ladies is passing me, I ease up on the gas because it's snowing and the road isn't all that it could be, and then I notice that there's a truck right on the car's ass. She gets barely past me and his front bumper is even with my side mirror. That right there is a dick move, a lot of people do it, get up on somebody and try to intimidate them...

Big Balls in Cowtown

ByTim Boothby February 10, 2010 0 Comments
So there I sat at the computer and contemplated how far behind I was in everything, I owe an review of an independent movie made about the youth of Aragorn, son of Arathorn called Born of Hope to my fantasy Guild, I owe two articles about world building to my gamer’s site, and I’m horrendously far behind on my Good News Wednesday articles. Since I can look in the mirror and tell my editor on...

An Effigy All of My Own

ByTim Boothby January 15, 2010 0 Comments
Looking back, there are always things that you should have noticed as things were happening but missed a crucial warning.  In accident investigation the phenomena is often referred to as “OBE,” overtaken by events.  Every disaster has a chain of events that if you broke one link the situation would have been diffused and the situation is recovered, but those don’t normally make...

The Epic Giant Catfish Debacle

ByTim Boothby August 27, 2009 0 Comments
Every disaster is caused by something, the Titanic had ice, the Hindenberg had hydrogen and we had Buckhorn Beer.  Five bucks a case, a fraction over a pair of dimes per can, it was cold, it was wet, it was beer, we were teenagers, appreciation of flavor would come later in life.  Catfishing along the shores of Lake Belton was prime Buckhorn time, along with bad jokes, exaggerated stories and...

The Names Have Been Changed to Protect… Someone…

ByTim Boothby June 8, 2009 0 Comments
You remember it, at the beginning of every episode of Dragnet, the stories you are about to hear are true... yadda yadda, so forth and so on.  That's the style I use when I commit memories to paper, or in this case electrons.  There's a few reasons why, like I don't remember names, or I figure some things people don't want me to remember their names.  Its pretty easy for me to...

Knights of the Dusty Pains… Plains

ByTim Boothby May 28, 2009 0 Comments
There was nothing worse than an unsatisfied curiosity when I was growing up. First of all there is the uncertainty of not knowing, the gnawing curiosity that torments the mind of an over imaginative teenager. Second is the lengths that someone with all of that curiosity will go through to appease that curiosity. Among all of our many other activities: drinking beer, chasing girls, tormenting each...