Category Archives: Traindancing

Silent cinema in three quick glances: Emily Brownbangs at the conception of guile.

This is not what my train looks like – unless you’re a toddler.Photo by: Tejvan PettingerA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Sunday, May 8, 2016 – Mother’s Day I want to tell you another train story, but this is a sad … Continue reading

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The Grasshopper Rebellion

“Ants or no Ants, life is a lifelong marshmallow test that Grasshoppers routinely fail.” Continue reading

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Some days the train robs you: Desperados waiting for the hearse.

“Some days you rob the train,some days the train robs you.”Photo by: Syuzo TsushimaA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Tuesday, May 17, 2016 The saddest questions are the ones you already know the answers to, without having to ask. “Awb oar!” … Continue reading

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Cultivating oak trees – for Christmas: “Unbroken things can survive unbroken forever.”

“It’s the same with love at first sight: If you don’t break it, it’s never broken. And if it’s your first love, you’ll never have a broken heart – another impossibility. And the same can go for her, too: The … Continue reading

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How I got thrown out of Walmart at Christmas for unauthorized salesmanship.

“My name is Loco Willie and I am loco for frisky dogs, precocious children, classy broads and cheap, red guitars.”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Friday, December 1, 2017 “Don’t you know any other songs?” The kid we’re going to call Stingray … Continue reading

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For Thanksgiving, an elegy of hope: “Loving is a gerundive, Dusty, and her name is Amanda.”

Uncle Willie wrote his very first Thanksgiving story this year, but it’s much too long to be a blog post. Here’s an extract: From Dusty: An elegy of hope and love. “What now?”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Thursday, November 23, … Continue reading

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A match made in the heavens and a love for all the ages: Why Madelyn Nguyen’s always gonna win.

Madelyn Nguyen sat very still for a long time, a finger by her mouth, her eyes aimed nowhere, lost in thought. She said, “It sounds kind of like the neutron stars.” Forty-five months old.A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Thursday, October 19, 2017 “Tell … Continue reading

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Driving the conversation: Here’s to better days for The Movie Mogul.

“Here’s to better days! All aboard!”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Saturday, October 14, 2017 “Here’s to better days.” I said that to The Movie Mogul. It seemed like the thing to do. He was shocked, to say the truth. It … Continue reading

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How did Reggie and Shake buy their way into adulthood? With Bitcoin, of course.

Who wants to go zipline kayaking?Photo by: Mike MozartA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story September 16, 2017 “So we’re in Dick’s Sporting Goods, all the way up in the steel scaffolding in the ceiling. You know how it’s all open up … Continue reading

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Finding visibility, absolution and closure at the choo-choo train at the mall on New Year’s Eve.

Woo-woo!A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story December 31, 2015 When I got back with the train, the Lonely Guy was still sitting there on the bench across the way, his elbows on his knees, his palms supporting his chin. I had … Continue reading

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