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The Richest Man In Town

By Tim Hayes
It started bubbling up, right on cue, as I knew it would.

As soon as Mary throws open the front door and waves in half the town, with scatterbrained Uncle Billy carrying a large laundry basket full of bills and coins, dumping it onto the dining room table – I can feel it coming [...]

Blame It On the Amygdala

By Tim Hayes
Personal and professional obligations led me to drive past my high school this weekend – a welcome detour, since one week ago I attended my 40th Class Reunion from that very institution, and had an absolute blast.
In one more piece of evidence that my brain has a mind of its own, I completely, [...]

Bobby Knew

By Tim Hayes
The alarm went off at 5:15 a.m.  Rarely a pleasant or welcome sign.  But this day, I let it slide.  This day, I had work to do.  A mission to fulfill.
I lumbered out of bed, crawled into the shower, let the hot water and foamy sudsy soap spur the brain cells into a [...]

Do Your Duty

By Tim Hayes
Finally, silence.
All of the hum-and-rattle, after all of the doomsday warnings of looming cataclysm, after all of the noise and misdirection carried into our living rooms and car radios by an unending onslaught of ridiculously logic-free commercials – it’s all over.  Finally.
It’s just you and your conscience, alone in front of a ballot.  [...]

The Other

By Tim Hayes
The Other.  Who is it?
The easiest target in the world, that’s who.  It doesn’t require much thought, analysis, planning, or empathy.  Just point and click.  Easy.
Poof!  An enemy has been created, custom-ordered to your own conflicting simultaneous senses of both externally expressed superiority and internally suppressed insecurity.
Instant fear.  Immediate anxiety.  Do-it-yourself animosity, anger, [...]

Binary Blues

By Tim Hayes
Mary and Joseph rode a dinosaur to Bethlehem.
That sentence sounds ludicrous, right?  Ridiculous.  Crazy.  Insulting, even.  A purposely disrespectful exaggeration.
But let’s think about this a bit more critically.
If one believes, and is convinced beyond any doubt, that the earth is no more than 6,000 or so years old, why not?   If paleontology offers [...]

The World at 3 a.m.

By Tim Hayes
It had been an especially intense week.  Not a bad week, quite the opposite.  But an intense one, filled with big events that required enormous and careful planning, and greatly focused execution.
By Friday evening, the thought of collapsing into bed and sleeping the sleep of the dead, as reward for the success and [...]

The Writing Life

By Tim Hayes
You ask a seven-year-old boy in the mid-1960s what he wants to be when he grows up, and you’ll get the expected responses – baseball player, policeman, fireman, even an astronaut like Major Nelson on “I Dream of Jeannie.”
Then you ask me and get something altogether off-the-wall.  “I want to be a writer!”  [...]

Like a Rhinestone Earworm

By Tim Hayes
Hunched over the keyboard, a deadline bearing down upon me, the search for the perfect word proved elusive.
Even wearing my well-worn Radio Shack headphones, tuned to pure white-noise static to block out any distractions, my brain cells refused to click, connect, or cooperate.
And it sure as hell didn’t help that the last song [...]

That Face

By Tim Hayes
On a warm late August evening, while standing in front of the main auditorium building of my brand-new college campus, mere steps away – unbeknownst to me – approached the source of my first and only heart attack.  Figuratively, that is.
A magician or hypnotist or something would be performing inside shortly as part [...]