February 17, 2019 Hubris and I were riding out of the little border town where we had met Howie, the owner/manager of the high priced coffee shop (where Hubris had found his favorite cookie) when we came around a big
(The sound of a slightly undisciplined horse cantering on hard, rocky soil) “Whoa, Hubris! Settle down! Let’s stop at ol’ Lefty’s Saloon so I can get a shot or two before we ride up the hill to Jack Wright’s
Time (truth, money and opportunity) passes– and gets lost in the wilderness of ‘Twitter’ and ‘Facebook’– quickly with a President like Donald Trump and an inept Congress like we have had for the last two years (and, probably, the twenty
What If? (#46, A special ‘Short Story’—just for my family and friends—and, maybe, to be included in my Memoir series?) By, Lou Christen, 6/15/2018 It was an unusually chilly evening in Heaven, that November of 2017, when St.
I thought it important to tell you the name of the horse that I write. His name is ‘Hubris’ and our call sign is “Hi Ho Hubris, the Lone Curmudgeon writes again! Stay turned for our latest adventure! Lou
Word Bites Get his latest ‘word bites’ on the favorite social, moral and political issues of today– straight from a cranky old guru on a sandy, sagebrush, rattlesnake and rabbit ridden hillside in Corrales, New Mexico, where the weather