Welcome
Thanks for tuning into my latest Deep Dive. These essays are a labor of love. I never know where my next inspiration will come from or where it will lead me, I just try and go with it, letting the words flow from my brain, through my fingertips and onto the page. Sometimes these stories write themselves, other times it feels like pulling teeth. I’m glad you found your way here. Pull up a chair, sit back, relax and enjoy!
~ Louie
A Letter To Myself
Every New Year’s Day I write a letter to myself. The first section is a short recap of the previous year, the bulk of the letter is focused on the goals, hopes and dreams that I have for myself and for my family in the coming year. When I’ve finished writing I read...
Christmas Traditions
At this time of year I try my best to tune out the static and noise of overt commercialism that is nearly inescapable and focus on what I really like best about Christmas: the traditions. As a kid growing up in New Jersey, my family had time honored traditions that...
My Wild Neighborhood
On any given day I can watch river otters frolicking in a nearby creek, see a flock of turkeys parading across our yard or hear the distinctive whoo whoo of a Great Horned Owl. On occasion a stealthy grey fox will even make a rare appearance. You may be wondering, do...
Autumn Morning Rain
It’s a glorious grey dawn and autumn is at its mid-point. Pounding rain rat-a-tats on the plastic roof of our backyard deck. This is such a sanctuary for me, it’s the ideal place from which to watch the seasons change. Wind and rain rush through the trees with a...
Crosby, Stills and Nash Reimagined
I could tell the story of my life through the first Crosby, Stills and Nash album. Of course this record has a history and a story all it’s own. Here’s my take on it, song by song, Side I to Side II. Side One Those first notes, ringing like the crystal light of dawn,...
Humpback Whales in a Slow Motion Dream
When Carol and I pulled up to the kiosk at Salt Point State Park to check into our camp site, the ranger stated matter of factly, “People have been seeing whales.” This soon proved to be a gross understatement. Salt Point is a gem of a park set along the rugged coast...
The Clear Backpack
Carol and I finally broke down and bought ourselves clear backpacks. You know the kind I’m talking about. A bunch of different types of kid toys are often packaged in sturdy, clear bags with straps for carrying them around. Our kids would use them to store their Legos...
A Conversation With An Owl
I was getting ready to settle down for the evening last night. I had just finished brushing my teeth when I heard it through the window in our room: the distinctive “whoo, whoo, whoo” of a Great Horned Owl. This magnificent creature and I were about to have a bit of a...
Autumn Arrives
As a kid growing up on the east coast, autumn was always my favorite time of year. Summers could be brutally hot, compounded by oppressive humidity. Winters were unpredictable with snow and cold one day, rain the next which froze on the roads creating treacherous...
Sparks Fly, Part III
A Moonlight Stroll His morning at The Ugly Mug with Sadie went really well and Josh’s head was swimming with the possibilities of the two of them together. He didn’t want to appear too anxious so he waited a couple of days before texting Sadie: Full moon tonight, do...
Sparks Fly, Part II
The Next Day The next day was Saturday. Josh and his housemate Ian were enjoying a slow cup of coffee at the kitchen table when his phone pinged; it was a text from Sadie: Hey Prometheus, it was fun meeting you last night. Let’s do it again sometime. I’ll bring the...
Sparks Fly
Sparks flew, literally, on the night that Josh and Sadie met. Josh was at a party at a friend of a friend’s house, he hardly knew anyone and was wondering just what the hell he was doing there in the first place. Some boorish dude with an oversized ego was...