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
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...
Thimbleberry Lane
If you have a change of heart You can finish what you start What’s lost you shall regain Down on Thimbleberry Lane Travel north on Highway 101 along the Oregon coast and just outside of Port Orford you’ll pass a small street sign for Thimbleberry Lane. Don’t blink or...
Captain Trips, Thirty Years On
August 9th marked the 30th anniversary of Jerry Garcia’s passing. The Grateful Dead were a band from 1965-1995, that’s thirty years. We are now at the point in time where Jerry has been gone longer than the band he founded was in existence. My tenure as an active...
A Blur Of Bartenders
Clink go the glasses, chunks of ice cascade into tall, frosty mugs, the bartenders are a blur of activity: one has a swinging brown ponytail and overalls, gold hoop earrings sway from her earlobes, arm tattoos and a side tatt revealed when she raises her right arm to...
A Dreamy Day On The Russian River
It was a slow, lazy glide down the Russian River yesterday. Carol and I slid our kayaks into the water on a cool, foggy morning at Steelhead Beach for the eight mile trip to Johnson’s Beach in Guerneville. One of the many benefits of retirement is being able to enjoy...
Songs We Know By Heart
Last night at the Rio Nido Roadhouse, an intimate outdoor venue on the banks of the Russian River, pre-eminent Eagles tribute band the Illeagles took to the stage. I was blow away by their musicianship and how faithfully they recreated the music of a band that is an...