Bits & Bytes
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One of the few natives of the area, Doug Hile was born in Washington D.C. and remained in Maryland most of his life. He has led a rich and varied existence; has been to Europe with the US Navy, and now resides on his ranch in Southern Maryland. He is a movie and music buff, enjoys live Rock 'n Roll , Guinness, and the local craft breweries. This is his second book. He hopes you enjoy reading as much as he enjoyed writing it.
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Bits & Bytes - Doug Hile
Copyright © 2019 by Doug Hile.
ISBN: Softcover 978-1-9845-7400-8
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Rev. date: 01/14/2019
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CONTENTS
Preface
OBSERVATIONS
Comprehension
Well … Crap…
First Five Years
One Thing Leads To Another
A Brief History
Letter to a Luddite.
Communication
Infernal Device
Demon
Ode To Coffee
Diners
Used to be Spinnakers
Sleep
Dream
Dream II
Dream III
Happenings
Happenings II
Happenings III
Happenings IV
Messy
Football
Radio
Plan
Birthday
Ships Passing In The Night
Location… Location… Location…
OBSERVATIONS II - SEASONS
Rambling
Magick
The Fourth
Fourth Of July
Memorial Day
Autumn Leaves
The Webs of September
Fall 11-2-016
OBSERVATIONS III - CRITTERS
0124
Foster Dog
Squirrel
Blackie
Blackie II
Blackie III
Seamus
Turtle
Turtles
Turtles II
Dragon Flies
VERSE
Observer
You are One
Buttercups
Spuds
Black
0315
Rain
Rain II
Pillow
Mornings
Real
So Real
Special
Gray Day
Spark
Survivors
The Path
Ever
Luna
Drift
All
Ono
Broken
Departure
Woods
Woods II
The Fall Woods
Listening
Speck
Song
STORIES
A Story
Transition
Collections
Ricky
Corridors
Chute
Duke and Dry Creek
Monkey Runes
Carl
Rizzo
The Collection
How About That?
Above The Fold
- 30 -
About the Author
Preface
I’m not fond of sequels, prequels, or serials, and, while this book may look somewhat like its’ predecessor, it is a stand-alone work in its’ own right.
It has reached a level of completeness, went through the birthing process, and now finds itself in your hands.
I hope you will enjoy it. Your comments are always welcome.
DRH
doug_hile@yahoo.com
For
Elisavietta
Observations
C omprehension
I would have thought, by the time I had accumulated seventy or so birthdays, there should be some level of knowledge attained. There are many things that I still do not understand; some, in truth, baffle me.
Preference for Patriarchal vs Matriarchal coloring, in matters of religion, family linage, et al.
Why there is a disconnect between what is written vs spoken?
Why are prototypes usually better than subsequent improvements
?
Why does the level of Common Sense and the average IQ seem to be decreasing, when it should be Increasing?
Daylight savings
time.
Stilettos, and high heels in general.
In my twenties, I thought I knew everything.
Now I find I don’t know anything at all.
It’s not an original thought.
W ell … Crap…
Out, Out brief candle!
… bull SHIT!
Rage against the dying of the light!
What the hell happened?
I was okay,,, then,„
Bam~!
now I’m an Old Fuck.
My friends are Old Fucks.
My favorite musicians are Old Fucks,
or dead, except for Keith Richards.
Why didn’t anyone tell me?
The ONLY thing the Old Man ever said about it, was
Son, you will be Old, a lot longer than you are Young.
If that’s true, I will live see my 142th birthday, at least,,,
OR,,,
he was wrong about that, too.
Geddy Lee was the only one who got it right.
We are only immortal, for a limited time.
Time does pass so quickly, you will be astounded.
Make your Best Choices, wherever you are on the curve,
Make sure the kids know, this might be,,, the -
One True Fact Of Life.
F irst Five Years
Some of my earliest memories still remaining, are of the house at 241 15th Street, SE, D.C.
It was a row house, like thousands of others in DC in 1945 to 1950 before my parents moved to Capitol Heights.
Year One
I remember a Dalmatian puppy, who grew quickly, and me hanging around his neck with my feet dangling.
Waking in my crib in the middle of the night. Top rail was still above my head and it was located in the rear room of the first floor for some unknown reason. I was not uncomfortable, just awake and standing up, looking through the vertical uprights. I could see through the dining room and into the front room, although there were no lights and nothing to actually look at but darkness, which seemed to roil and twist like smoke.
More fascinating than frightening.
Watched for a while, before returning to sleep.
Year Two
A gold fish in a round fishbowl with flat sides. Changing his water with Mom, feeding him, and his ultimate demise, months, maybe years later.
Two Old Maids lived next door, and I would pull a couple stalks of parsley from their herb garden through the backyard fence occasionally. Tasted good. They didn’t mind.
Emmy and Daisy had a fascinating Christmas tree with delicate glass ornaments, bubble lights, and intricate houses in the village beneath. I would stare at every tiny detail, marveling at the miniatures.
They gave me many presents, some of which I have in my office right now; a tin Roller Coaster and a Ferris Wheel. Never had the Merry Go Round.
A plastic dart gun. Kid sized version of a Colt 1911.
The darts were shoved down the muzzle, compressing a spring, until the mushroomed end engaged a hook. The other end was a rubber cup. I took great delight in shooting at the metal fireplace, producing a cymbal-like clang when it stuck.
Emmy would make Rice Fritters. Yum~!~!
Daisy had a piano that would produce thunder if I rolled the bottom-most left side keys, and held them.
Year Three
Mr. and Mrs. Hawkins were on the other side of Emmy and Daisy. He would come over and help the Old Man with stuff
from time to time, and we would go over to his place to help him. He was Old, even then, and every time I hear Walter Brennans’ song about Old Rivers,
I think about Mr. Hawkins.
The Servel refrigerator. Soft blue glow of the temperature control inside when the door opened, gave me a happy feeling just looking at it.
Parents rented a room to another couple on the second floor.
She was a beautician and was doing Mom’s hair.
I was being a nosey brat, looking around at everything, opening drawers, since it was Moms’ furniture anyway.
Bottom right hand drawer contained a Luger and a box of shells, and I made some remark of discovery. The lady said something to the effect that Little People should not see SOME things, and gently closed the drawer again. No fuss, no muss,, but they moved soon after. No more rentals.
I had my own cowboy outfit and cap guns. There was a picture of me wearing them, taken on a pony.
The same picture as an infinite number of kids, and an infinite number of ponies.
Once, playing outside in the tiny patch of front yard by myself, for some unknown reason, I left my cap guns on the front steps, to go in and get a drink of water. They were gone, of course, by the time I came back outside. Perhaps the cap guns, the dart guns, and the Luger were the beginnings of my preoccupation with firearms.
I played in the water rushing down the curb when it rained. It was warm, clean, and felt nice running around me, laying in it. Never knew where it went, flowing past the front of the house.
Year Four
Garage, on the alley side of the narrow backyard, held the Old Mans’ ’36 Chevy. We were changing a fan belt and something slipped, making a long, deep gash in the palm of his hand.
There was a lot of blood, but nothing more of that recollection survives.
Little blue tricycle, a brown two wheeler with training wheels, along with a little red wagon and a scooter, were also in that garage. I would ride them in the alley, with the black kids. Eddie was my friend and there were never any problems or crap. We were ALL just kids.
Across the alley was Colliflower Trucking. I never went that far in my explorations, but one night, one of the truck horns shorted, and it was producing an eerie wail that frightened me. I sat in Moms’ lap, while the Old Man went over to investigate. It stopped and he returned with no explanation.
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