This Spring semester at UNCA OLLI I’ve had some great courses on popular music 1945-75, quantum physics, sustainable power, Richard III and writing flash fiction (really short stories.)  Colleagues again have donated to my favorite cause Arts for Life just to have me decorate their name tags with my version of their crazy countenances.  Win, win, win.  I love doing that.

Below are some of those colleagues: John, Herb, Randy, two of Paula’s many personae and Michael.


























The flash fiction class (lead by John) was something new for me.  Many terrific heart-felt and imaginative stories were contributed by classmates.  Seniors have many wonderful powerful and amusing experiences to draw from.  We should all write (or draw more.)  My two little stories can be found at links to my journal post if you really have nothing to do.  Finally, for a little fun I did one tiny (absolutely true) story about our last class…


Last Class, Last Story

TheWallThe huge angry roar could be heard all the way down the hill and even inside the Ramsey Library reading room.  Hot beverage containers, flip phones and unopened low-fat yogurts were hurled at the interactive smart-board projector screen, their pieces and contents exploding and running down the wall onto the re-carpeted floor in room #207 at the Reuter Center.

“Make sure your coffee cups are covered and cell phones turned off,” had been an almost comical bit of administrative precaution in view of what had just happened.  “We can disagree, but please do so in an agreeable manner,” an ironic platitude, a cruel joke for today.  Mr. Himmelheber jerked into a fetal posture behind his lectern.

Tires squealed as sixteen enraged hard-of-hearing boomers gunned their cars and took off from the OLLI parking lot far ahead of schedule, so luckily there were no gray Priuses idling in the corners waiting for available spots.  Campus stop signs were run and horns blared as they all fled the scene.  The online appraisal surveys, normally sent out the next day, would be unnecessary.  The Flash Fiction class had already voted.

Somehow, Bill LaRocque’s last story had been deleted from the Dropbox queue and was not read that day.  Too bad…