Zenberg Blogue

This is not a post about Mr. Rogers Neighborhood B ack when I was a teen, one of my favorite, after-school pass-times was Mr. Rogers Ne...

G umption. That's one thing I don't have an abundance of at the moment... at least when it comes to writing for my blog. Sure, I...

Last week , there was an attack on the communications networks in California and most of the country didn't even know about it. For me, ...

I've always assumed that someday I'd stumble across a dead body. As a Land Surveyor, I've frequented some of the most remote and...

It was one of those winter nights when the fog confederates with the occultation of the moon to produce a thick shrouding darkness that bec...

T he overcast night sky appeared to glow a throbbing pale psylocibin gray as the moon unsuccessfully attempted to sneak a peek through the t...

Tooelean Twilight Phantom I n the early morning hours of March 14, 1968 , I was fast asleep in my cozy little bed, seemingly safe from m...

D on was happy that the war was over. He had been away from home for what seemed like a lifetime, and in his absence, the world, and the rol...

"Daddy, I'm scared!" the small voice of my three year old daughter whispered quietly in the darkness. "Can I sleep with y...

This is the first story in a series of une X plained events that have either directly happened to me, or someone I know personally. B ig Qus...