The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » Get Lost in Some Rock n' Roll September 19th, 2012 My sons love to dance. They dance without a care in the world. Grant their cookie request, boom, they begin to Rock n’ Roll. Tell them, “ We are going on a car drive.” They start to move and flow while they Scream and Shout . Let them know, “ will be on the boat” and they’ll start to Boogie Down . And the mere mention of Disney World well, they will definitely Groove Tonight . Their dance routine starts the same. They shimmy their shoulders, alternating them individually forward and back. Both boys shift their hips in unison to keep up with their free wheeling shoulders. They bounce their knees as if their knees were on springs, bouncing all about without lifting their feet in the air. But then slowly lifting the back of their heals as they rise from the ground, until they reached the tips of their toes, then slowly go back down. There is no music to go along with their dance. No Electric...

You are here: Home » Pay No Attention to the Man Behind the Sign September 17th, 2012 I sit behind the tempered glass window of my car, staring out into the world and over at the man on the corner. He’s holding a sign with thick black lettering drawn, begging for help. I don’t help him, and I don’t look away. I don’t give him the dignity of being human by not acknowledging this man needs help. I just sit in the safety of my car while the air conditioner blows and gawk at him, relieved that that isn’t me. He is a man. Made from the image of God, he stands before me with little fanfare from those of us sitting around him. He is someone’s father, brother, uncle, and friend. And yet I do not lift a finger to help him. I sit here, protected behind my tinted film attached to the very glass that acts as a force field shielding my pity but none for him. The pity I hold for myself, for hoping he’ll go away. I pray that he’ll somehow find his direction in life because when I drive o...

You are here: Home » Touchdown, Your Story   James always wanted to score a touchdown in a big game. He used the Design Your Story Submission Form section and told me he wanted an adrenaline rush and some excitement. He let me run with it (literally).  I h ope you enjoy James and thanks for your submission. It keeps me busy and I love connecting with my readers and subscribers!  September 13th, 2012 Make that push right through the line. Feel the energy as you move powerfully through the large lineman standing in- between you and your field of vision. The quarterback pounds the football in your chest but you cant hear the pop of the ball because of the large bodies moving about you as they are slammed full speed with other men that want to kill you all because of the pig skin you hold in your hands. You search for a hint of daylight cascading through pockets of legs that may guide you to the promise land as you bounce around avoi...

You are here: Home » Business as Usual September 12th, 2012 I can feel it, but it doesn't feel good. It's a lump in my throat, not my Adams Apple. I've felt it all day, resting there as if it were in hibernation, waiting to be woken by my subconscious. That has been nagging at my mind all day, reminding me it's there. It's right above my collarbone and just below my neckline. I tried to ignore it, but my stomach didn't sit right. And it signals my brain to pay attention to the knot in my throat. But I do not need the reminder. Eventually, I will have to address this pressing feeling that is exerting itself on my body. I am all about adventure, but I am not looking forward to the adventure I will travel on in the next few minutes.  "Come on, Chris, just ignore it. Your stomach will settle, and the weight resting on the bottom of your throat will disappear,"  I try telling myself. A little motivation can go a long way. But at this point, I'...

You are here: Home » Happy Birthday September 10th, 2012 Before you were born the anxiety ran across your parents face. Unsure if you were okay, they would not be happy until they had you in hand. Everything was already in place before your arrival into a new world that you have yet to discover. Much like Christopher Columbus, in his quest to discover lands beyond his own, you were about to embark on your own journey of discovery. A trip you’ll never remember. But a journey your parents will never forget because they could not wait for you, as their anticipation grew with each passing day. Your name rolled off their tongue as if they knew you would always exist beyond their own dreams. Your entire future was seen before their eyes. Before you were even conceived your parents laid out your long road towards your success. But more so you lived in their dreams night after night while God made you into what you are today. Shielded by a wall of skin and internal fluid your parents co...

You are here: Home » Rounding First September 06th, 2012 Instead of teasing myself by rounding first and only going half way to the island that’s nestled between first and third on my baseball diamond, today’s my day I get to second base. I don’t want to return to the safety of first base.   I’ve been there done that. I need to have a stand up double. The crack of the bat drowns out the crowd as the ball launches out to center field. I run up the first baseline watching the ball disappear in the lights of the stadium. The white ball becoming engulfed in the white lights of the burning clandestine heat, emanating from the candlepower of the large steal structures that house the bulbs. The crowd roars with excitement. The sound from the bat gives them the false hope that I may have hit it out of the ballpark. The fans behind home plate rise to their feet creating a domino effect the spreads down the first and third baselines as each fan gets on their feet to cheer...

You are here: Home » Captain Imperfecto's Lake View September 05, 2012 Ever feel that your life could be on the pages of a sitcom script making fun of your most humbling moments ... [Gilligan's Island music] "Just sit right back And you'll hear a tale A tale of a fateful trip, That started from this modest dock, aboard Captain Imperfecto’s tiny ship. The first mates were tiny sailin' men, the Captain new, but sure, One passenger to set sail that day, For a brief island tour, a brief island tour. "The weather wasn’t getting rough, But the tiny ship was stopped. If not for the courage of the fearless crew The captain would be lost. The captain would be lost.   "The ship set ground in the middle of the lake Of this uncharted water stream, With Christopher, And Nico too, Captain Imperfecto, And his dog, The good friend Ron, and the fun, Here on Captain Imperfecto's lake view." [Camera Pan in] V...

You are here: Home » Ray of Hope September 4th, 2012 Things are so fucking dark. And I don't mean when the sun goes down and the streetlights go on. It's just black inside and out. How the hell can you see in the dark? You just have to wing it and figure out exactly where you are. It's too bad being in the dark isn't as easy as being in your house. I can get around my house in the dark because I know where the hell everything is. It's the one thing normal in my life that doesn't change. It never changes. The same things are there that have been there since we moved into this damn place. If I was blind and deaf, I could move about my house without a stumble. But beyond my front door, I am expected to know where life begins anew when I don't have a fucking clue. No matter how many times I have driven down my street. No matter how many times I have gone to the same grocery store. No matter how often I drive my children to some kind of function. It is d...