Evolution of a Blog

Hey Everyone!

I’m Jack Hobson and although blogging is new to me, I’ll think out-loud briefly, just to get started. Ranting I do well, or so says my wife, of 24 years, 12 days, 3 hours: I don’t know, I made that up. But she does exist and I’m a better person for it. OK, enough of that. Continue reading

You Don’t Know Jack.

Sunday Morning. It’s raining, and it’s early, barely 5:30. My German Shepard is growling about something or at someone. I’m not sure because I’m in bed and hoping that if my house is being robbed or invaded, it will happen quietly.

Then I hear my doorbell ring and I hear tap, tap, tap on the door. The dog is now ballistic. Being a retired cop, I know early morning visits are not always good. My wife is awake and is asking too many questions, and with somewhat flowery language, blames me for the racket. I put on my N.E. Patriots pajama bottoms and open the door. Continue reading

Welcome to Drifters, the world of knucklesheads and more.

This will be blog central.  I will be talking and talking about my book, my knucklehead characters; the people that influenced me and to whom I am indebted. I’ll talk about my life, my wife and what I hope life has in store for me. I’m a glass half full kind of guy, a cynical optimist if there’s such a thing. Welcome to my world!

Knuckleheads exist everywhere. They invade our personal spaces, television and video screens, our conversations and cause us to roll our eyes and shake our heads. Some days I was a knucklehead. I knew it and as I grew older I  learned to embrace it. We’re human after all, but some are better at it than ours; that is, realizing our faults and frailties and moving on.

Within each chapter of Drifters you will meet a new knucklehead. You will experience their malfunctions and hopefully you will understand why I did what I did with each. All their problems represented teachable moments and I tried to interact with them on a basal level, you know, look ‘em in the eyes and use commonsense tempered with a combination of threat-laced consequences, compassion and compromise. I never talked down to my charges. My tone was usually soft and direct, but my surprise was never filtered as I reveled in their stupidity. Yes, knucklehead do stupid things. They were not necessarily stupid, but their behavior was often new to me, their drift too fast. Each school day was an adventure and I loved every minute of it.