Our celebration of reaching 400 postings on marc’s blog continues today with another variety pack of excerpts from the archives…. 

On older cruising passengers:

Many of my fellow passengers had weathered well, given the astonishing ages they were quick to disclose.  Others, however, had had tougher times dealing with the calendar.  Their wrinkle-burdened bodies walked at an extremely slow pace and a good number wobbled side-to-side as they did.  This did not, however, slow the pace to the Lido Deck and its incredibly stocked buffet.


Some Things I’d like to do again:

I want to meet the girl I married for the first time all over again.

I want to feel those feelings just one more time if I can.

I want to ride in the back seat of the bus and smell the fumes.

I want to roam the house I grew up in and revisit all the rooms.

I want to ride my bike to places my parents wouldn’t believe,

Just to see what there was to see and how many miles I’d achieve.

Speaking of parents, I wish they could hear what they need to hear,

How priceless they were to me, how cherished and held so dear.

I am getting old now and looking back makes me feel better than ahead.

Going forward holds no promise; I enjoy reliving the past instead.


On writing fiction:

The nice thing about writing pure fiction is that it is pretty much unrestricted.  You can be as personal as you want.  You can distort, exploit, disrupt or otherwise completely control whatever or whoever it is you wish to tell about.  You don’t have to worry about offending anyone.  You don’t have to be concerned about facts.  These can be made up.  You don’t have to be intimidated by someone checking on your locations—they don’t really exist!  You can detail them however you wish and if you later decide to rearrange the furniture, no problem.

Your characters, meanwhile, can be from your wildest dreams or scariest nightmares.  They can be bald or beautiful, flirtatious or f’d-up.  You pick from the menu—the very same menu you made up.  So if you have an itch to express yourself, what more could you wish for?  In a fictional world it is always open season and the territory is both bountiful and boundless.


 On Being There:                         

I’ve got places to go but I don’t know exactly where.

There’s no sign on the road, or map to get me there.

All I know is that I can’t stand still because things move on,

and I’ve got no choice but to be there or else be gone.

No, I don’t know when or how, or if I must pay a fare.

All I know is I’ve got places to go and I’ve got to be there.


I’ve got people to meet but I don’t know who they are.

There is no list of names; some are near, some afar.

They come from different places and do different things.

Some are simple and humble, others might be kings.

No, I do not know when or how, or if I must pay a fare.

All I know is I’ve got people to meet; I know they’re there.


I’ve got thoughts to think but I know not what about.

Some are simple, others more complex no doubt.

They all demand some quality time within my mind.

I suspect some individual attention of some kind.

No, I don’t know when or how, or if I must pay a fare.

All I know is I’ve got thoughts needing time to air.


So I’ve got places to go, people to meet, and thoughts to think.

I been given no directions, no compass or charted link.

The people are diverse, the places everywhere and the thoughts are deep.

I don’t know where I’ll go, what I’ll say, or how far I’ll leap.

No, I do not know when or how, or if I must pay a fare.

All I know is these people and places and thoughts expect me there


About Marc Kuhn

I am a retired radio exec. I've worked at major stations in Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. and Miami. That was then. This is now: I've published seven books and this blog thingy. Need to know more? Really? Okay, I bare/bear all at The other links are for the websites of each of the books I've written. I've been busy! Hope you'll stop by and check them out. Thanks for your interest!
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  1. rcarmean says:

    All great stuff. You have some fine laurels to rest on. A great trip down memory lane. Thanks.


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