Mr. Scotty

                I thought it would be nice to go for a walk. It was a cool summer day. A bit overcast, with occasional showers. Most sensible people were at home, out of the rain. I headed to the local park to take the nature trail, prepared to see the usual wildlife. Deer grazing in the woods, chipmunks scurrying across the path, the songs of the birds in the treetops. A relaxing stroll. Or so I thought.                 I was toting my black umbrella as I meandered toward the opening of the trail, while the few who had braved the occasional downpours rushed to their cars. It was barely sprinkling. Less people to interrupt. I was fine with that.                 The canopy overhead kept most of the rain at bay. The pitter-patter of drops on the leaves only se...

                I have embarked on a journey. It is a journey that I have been longing to take. I have tried more than once to write a book. I have, obviously, yet to succeed. I think the biggest problem is having difficulty focusing on one project. I may have found the solution.                 Those of you who really know me already know I have always loved horror movies. I have particularly had a special place in my heart for the zombie movies. I embrace that. The funny thing is that when I was in high school, I would avoid zombies. Not out of fear. Not out of a dislike for them. The reason I avoided them was because I knew that once I started, I wouldn’t stop. I knew I was in for at least a good two weeks of not wanting to, or being able to, watch anything else. I blame George Romero. And Sony. Romero for making what I consider to...