Author Archives: rickjlundeen

(a very short story) As he and Penny finished cleaning up so they could rejoin the party, Jack surveyed his extended family spread across the back yard. Everyone seemed to be having fun, enjoying the sunshine, the long summer day and each other’s company. At one of the few  card tables set up for theContinue reading ““Staying Upstairs””

I’ve had a couple weeks to process the revelations of The Timeless Child. It’s a lot to unpack. If it’s real. The BBC has gotten so many complaints about the reveal, that they’ve issued another apology. This being the second time this year– first was regarding Can You Hear Me? Anyway… Before I get intoContinue reading “Amidst the settling dust…”

Finally, the last of my stories from camping week…. Mistakes were made. Things were said. Don, Mike, Jim, myself. We’d set up camp on Friday and we’d been doing this for a number of years by now, so you might say we were old pros who’d figured out the system. Yeah, you *might* think that. Continue reading “Eyes reflected everywhere in the Darkness”

A million years ago in the 1980’s.  It was a camping weekend.  There were three of us. Don, Pam and myself.  As was the tradition, the first night, we usually either went into the nearby college town of Whitewater Wisconsin to drink Sidewinders and play pool OR we’d sit around the campfire drinking copious amountsContinue reading “Could Be a Big Dog…”

Amongst our camping trips, there had been some rain here and there. Sometimes, it’s a light rain shower that relieves the heat, no worries.  Sometimes it’s bad in the middle of the night. There was at least one night where we got very little sleep because there was so much lightning and thunder along withContinue reading “Under The Tarp”

There have been various combinations of personnel at our yearly camping trips, sometimes it’s down to two people who hold the fort for the first day and night, then welcome the remainder of the group on day two.  One such first day was manned by Jim and myself, and it was what could only beContinue reading “Potato Salad, Temporal Sense, Trench of Fire, Nonsense”

This was another camping event, mid 1980’s, which also featured Pam, Don and myself, at least, initially. We’d gotten there a day early to stake out a great campsite, while Linda was driving up with Jim, the following afternoon. It was a pretty cool site though. There was parking on the high ground where roadContinue reading “String Shop and the Balloon Ambush”

This week will feature all the various camping adventures/stories/mishaps/tragedies that occurred during roughly a 10 to 15 year period, from the early mid ’80’s to the early ’90’s. In the coming days, I will speak of events that occurred in Whitewater Wisconsin and a nearby selection of camp sites.  There will be talk of plots.Continue reading “Camping week”

Did you turn your clocks ahead? Have you sprung forward? If so, I commend you for forging ahead in these trying, Covid-19, post apocalyptic times, and bumping up that digital number up by one. If you haven’t, you could be exposed as a Luddite, I suppose. Half of the temporal expression devices in our homeContinue reading “DST and Easter- Limbo of Madness”

Back in the ’90’s, I was the primary Coca Cola illustrator at Impact, the promotional division of Foote, Cone and Belding. This was my first and last professional full time, salaried gig and it lasted from September 1992 to April 15th, 1998. I worked with some of the kindest, loveliest people ever. There were aContinue reading “Shorty Robe weekend”