The Random Thoughts of Louis Schmier

It’s Sunday afternoon. Here I am. In the Atlanta airport on the way back to Valdosta, again. This time coming from Boston. As ever, waiting. This is getting very old. There’s a saying in Georgia: when you die, your soul goes to Atlanta and has to wait three hours before continuing its journey. Sitting here [...]

I’m somewhere over Colorado or Kansas or wherever. Don’t know what time it is 39,000 feet below me. My watch says 12:23 am, but that is Pacific Coast Time. I’m here on the red-eye flying back from a weekend of cuddling and spoiling my grand-daughter in San Francisco. I’ve discovered that it is true: being [...]

Did you ever interrupt your own lecture and said something to the feverishly note-taking students like, “Put down your pen and pencils. Just stop writing and listen.” I did that on more than one occasion in the days when I lectured. Ever wonder why you said that? Make it a good day. –Louis–

Yesterday, I was on the way to class carrying a heavy box full of weekly journals. Mac (not his real name) was coming towards me down the hall. He saw me, sped up, and opened the glass doors. Chivalry still prevails. As I went lumbered through the doorway with a “thanks,” he turned and walked [...]

Here I am a motel in Conway, Arkansas, thinking I might wind up in Munchkinland. It’s Friday, October 4. It’s 2:30 am. I’m wired. Can’t sleep. Part of the reason for my insomnia is wondering whether we’ll be blown about like Dorothy by the hurricane Lili and I’ll be stranded at the Little Rock airport [...]