Category Archives: Published Short Stories

Saturday 01/16/2021 daily post


Good Morning to you.

Not a good morning for America! We are at war!

Do you realize that if they print money for enough to pay out 2 Trillion dollars, that deflates your savings and working dollar all the way to your retirement?

That means inflation prices you will pay as the retail adjusts, and the reduction in the value of your own hard earned dollar is like a double whammy!

Now with the talk of them judging who will get the $1400, $1600, or $2000, they are going to steal from your value and send it to those others.

Their judgement of you. We can’t take our gift of $2000 and place it in the places that will keep with inflation and least holding its own through the stock market or other inflation accounting tools.

These are bullets they are firing at those that found a way to remain employed and be fruitful folks.


My Music

As Time Goes By 



See you minana amigo!

Thursday 01/14/2021 daily post


Good Morning


Here’s JB … from his album …

Send in the Clowns (seems appropriate)

Just click on the audio address.


Here’s me.

If I only Had a Brain


My Politic

The truths are beginning to come out through Newsy and News Max. You’ll have to watch them or read them to gain knowledge.

I’m beginning to get excited about next week! I wonder how many Congressmen and Senators will be carrying on those days?

I think on occasion, Trump was advised to wear a bullet proof vest during his inaugural. And there WERE riots!

If you get a chance, find the speech given yesterday by Steny Hoyer. From his own mouth, a professional knows of what he speaks. Sounded like he was talking about his own self and party!

Watch some NEWSY today. It can seem refreshing.


Thanks for visiting me today. Ronald D. Drobeck (hope you enjoy)

Monday 1/11/21


Good Morning

68 views here yesterday! Thanx you guys. 

My Art


Dog Day Noon, Tucson


After One evening off of Facebook, turning it over, turning it over, turning it over, and many requests that I come back on, … my mind reasoned that missing your comments and contributions to my life and psyche drove me to use this wonderful art sponsored as a side note to a planned nasty end.
You were baited as fodder to add to their numbers, but turned this mediums sideroad into a very great thing.
I’ll eat that for these benefits. … But also consider, I will attempt to manage my website’s posts to say my piece and people can either choose to go there or not, as I develop it’s and my abilities.
We have followers on Facebook that need this space as a more cordial medium for important feeling of belonging to something.
Let’s use it better than expected.
I could go on and on with this, and leave that political and fighting part of me to my website. That part of me is only a portion of my other contributions, and will be combined with the rest of me not necessarily shared on here.
I will share other peoples posts in all disciplines, i.e. humor, sarcasm, relevant points about everything as I wish. … If I become a bother to you, you’ve got choices.
Please remove me from your thread.
I remove people that threaten me if I feel that it is generated from ignorance.
I feel no guilt about censoring anybody from MY thread as it seems that it works both ways.


Sept, 2017 Beckett having a bad moment (I think one of the dogs surprised him) They don’t bite but do what I call toothing with delight!

1/9/2021 Saturday


Told you I’d be here!!!!

Everything is changing around me so, I’ll shall change.

12:49 1/9/21 I have now deleted Facebook and am no longer married to it’s owner and his mindset.

I have 30 days to reactivate it before it is wiped out.

I hope I meet you here. One button in your ‘save’ catalog and you can contact me on my website, messages, or my E-mail.

This is going to be a learning experience as I develop this and make it easier for you to respond.

I hope everybody will see your response. You don’t have to be a member or anything. … Just be using your best artistic brain.

My menu is on the right. Explore! The 2nd menu is where you can go to see what stuff I worked on last.

Also, I can see how many visited my website and other information that will help me adjust.

I’m not a ‘techie’! In fact, I struggle because my brain is not interested in being one. I full expect, at some point, to use some to help me design this a bit better. It’s probably going to cost, but, if I consider it an art project, I’ll be fine.

And… I can add to this days post as I did my FB site. I also can answer comments if I have time and am so inclined. Some things may take a few days, because my Muse and I need to think about stuff, or change our mind, or go for a run, or photograph anything that suits our fancy.

I see quite a few people have already visited today. Thank You. … right now, that is my payback.

I also foresee, times when you have an announcement or function. I’ll see. I don’t want to turn this into a busy, busy chore.

Quote of the day:

The six words Elon Musk said when he was told about his new title as America’s richest man: ”  “How strange,” followed by “Well, back to work…”

… Ron Drobeck admits: “Me too!”

Below is a space for your to communicate. I’m going to see if I can make it easy and change it to hopefully make it easier by sight!

So save this in your saving place.

Have a nice day!


(click on this address)

My Entertainment for you. Enjoy!


Shenandoah (the story and chant)

A story telling by me (Click on the Chant “Shenandoah” for the song”

Both a mariner chant and overland voyager stories, I chose this rendition because I like the tale and background music. 


I am a singer of songs and a teller of tales.
If you saw me, you wouldn’t know who I am. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. I fit in where ever I am, and no one ever wonders if I’m supposed to be there. The road to where you are enters and then leaves. In the center, on my way through, I will tell a tale and sing for you. Then I’ll travel on.

Tiny waves pull away from the bow like the wake of a duck and tiny eddy’s swirl where the paddle quietly enters and leaves the water as the young trapper paddles his canoe effortlessly to the small sandy beach.

White plumes of the village’s many cooking fires rise straight up and disappear into the valley sky. The wispy trails of warming fire smoke rise from the highest spot on the roof of winter shelters.

This is the Shenandoah valley’s sky.

It’s been seven years since he’s seen the Shenandoah or this village. His father and he were here as fur traders when he was only thirteen, his first trip with his father.

He discovered the chiefs daughter back then. Somewhat younger than he, but very mature. Taught well by her mother and mother nature to tend and survive. Her skin was as clear as the waters, her eyes reflected the blue of that sky and her cheeks the blush of innocents.

He and his father stayed long enough for the maiden and the boy to become melded. The running and laughing, competition and evening quiet brought them close.
When it was time for his father to deliver the hides he’d traded for to the trading post at the end of the river, the boy promised his friend that he’d return someday. With a wave and pounding hearts, they said goodbye on that late spring day.

Here he is, standing still. No one could know what the outcome would be, as the new young of the village scrambled to the water’s edge to investigate the white men.
There was a small bank on the edge of the river, so one could not see far once up on the sand.
He hesitated, building up courage. Not to go over the top of the bank, but to hold himself back from running through the village…….. searching.
It was a perfect pause, as up over the top of the embankment her eyes appeared. She stopped to catch his eye. She hesitated cautiously to catch her breath and slow her heart. Bounding over the drop to the beach needed to be a no mistake move for a princess. She had to be sure, a chiefs daughter had to be certain.
There is in nature an undefined energy when the eyes of two as these meet. There are no words….. it has no name, but it is certain! Nature allows this to happen when the moment is right.
With this energy comes a disregard for status, or in his case, courage. They met so hard on the slope of the embankment, that they tumbled as one back down to the sand.
Seven years for so many things to keep this from happening, yet they did not happen. This happened.

They young man’s father had passed on, and the boy stayed with him until the last shovelful was placed on the grave. It was a good full life.
Weeks later, after all affairs were taken care of, he and his inheritance, a canoe, some leathers, two rifles and some supplies headed down the Shenandoah to a place that seemed fresh in his mind. He didn’t know if it was still something real, but he had to see. He had to pass that spot on the river on his way to cross the Missouri river. His father wanted him to see what was on the other side of the Missouri where they had never gone. Stories of great mountains and rivers, trees and new adventures.

First, the Shenandoah to see if he ventured on by himself, or with a partner.

Her father, the chief, after a few weeks of proper custom keeping, knew what he had to do. He and his wife did not want her to go, and after a time, didn’t want him to leave either. But, he was of the land, they were joined by the heart, so he joined them by the gods. She was his in the tribes mind, and in the young man’s mind, they were one together, partners about to begin an adventure.

Joy and heartbreak all at the same moment. It’s more than a mind can handle without expressing tears for both at the same time. The maiden knew she may never see her parents again. They knew that nature creates many different stories with as many beginnings, middles and endings as there stars. One can only hope that the beginning is good. This was a good beginning!

My stuff for you to enjoy.


The main menu is on the top right. Find the category you like and click on it.

New for today: Friday,12/25/2020.



My Music (just click on the title)

Remember, I have recorded at the highest MP3 so the load up fast, and sound good so use your best headset or speakers. They really do sound nicer.

Please share these so I can wish more people “Merry Christmas”!

My Christmas Music covers | Ronald D. Drobeck (


Grandma’s Upright Grand (a Christmas Story) | Ronald D. Drobeck





……………………………… SOLACE ……………………………….

No insult intended to anybody else, but I did not realize I was on my last nerve. They were just being themselves and I tried to get some time in my ‘man sanctuary’, but with the heat and everything here ….
Anyway, I just took the most peaceful nap in my chair, golf with my earbuds in, dogs not startling me awake.
I think I’m healing from many directions at this moment.
Lots to do, but I’m not putting any pressure on myself today, except for a little headache in my eyes from allergy stuff.
I can fix that.
In my dozing, I can hear the water noises on the golf course. Good earbuds pick up those noises.
No planes droning overhead today.
Just quiet golf shots, no cheering except from across the fence, commentators speaking in normal voice. Rahm a nice lead, quietly working.
I dreamt I put one line in the water at a friends cabin, then found an inner tube and slowly drifted around a small island.
I realized I was getting a little far out, even on a glass lake, and slowly worked my way back passed the tip of the island to shore.
I couldn’t find the cabin or my rod, but did discover a rickety garage holding the bones of a Rambler (two tone blue).
I realized I had turned the wrong way on the beach and headed back.
Watched myself walking away.
At this moment, I have no stretched nerve and remark to myself, “I’ll bet the others noticed that I was wound pretty tight.
I also realize that way out there, as quiet as the stream noises, was the world, noisily destroying itself.
A column of smoke marks the distance … ….
Solace knowing that they won’t come here.
Too much quiet for them, and nothing to gain. rdd


Good Morning.
Well, the I.C.U.’s in the area are 80% full as this pandemic numbers continue to climb.
So, don’t wear your mask anymore …. the cost of all this care and the deaths are going to happen anyway since we can’t get the ‘No Mask Asses’ off the street and out of our stores.
I’m seeing more now, but our stores, mayor and governor are demanding it.
Still, some just stare as if you can’t see them.
Texas is having the same problem.
You can’t fix stupid, and I’ll bet the ‘no mask assess got other success problems and troubles because there is a whole parts of their thinking process not working.
So like the surprise birthday party that infected 8 people who then infected 10 more and now the grandfather is barely hanging on in the hospital …. go ahead, let’s lessen our medical costs by getting our Covid 19 sensitive people dead more sooner than later.
To the ‘no mask asses’, I’m being facetious (oops, I mean I’m kidding about the no mask)
We here might be negative or have anti-bodies already, but we still wear the masks in public to protect you, ourselves from other things you are sneezing out, and protecting your children and elderly.
I wear a different mask in my yard when I’m raking because the dust here is full of nasties. I wear another kind of mask in my shop where I finish wood, sand, and when I spray insecticide around the yard.
I worked for a spray pilot as his spotter, and have been an exterminator, and I’m still standing!
I wash my hands after my dogs rolled in the dirt and poop, and this morning all of my keyboards and stuff got the ultra violet treatment.
I had a yearly exam of my vascular system at the VA this week, and Jaime goes in for her first colon exam because of her age and she’s trying to take care of herself, so we have to be careful that she doesn’t carry anything into our out of that building this morning.
We happen to love life and want to be around longer.
And Kathy is a nurse exposed to everything in a nursing home.
We are NOT in the ICU so far.
Enough for this morning.
I do not intend to insult or talk over anybody’s head.