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Hello ~ R.J. Pawlick Introduction

R.J. Pawlick, Logo Hello, R.J. Pawlick I want to introduce myself. I'm R.J. Pawlick. I was born in Tucson, Arizona in 1963 into a military family. Experiences and favorite authors of the 1970's formed me into a descriptive author. As a matter of fact, my favorite quote comes from Richard Bach's 70's Best-Seller, Johnathan Livingston Seagull , "Dream what you dare to dream. Go where you want to go. Be who you want to be. LIVE!" I am a global traveler who loves the outdoors, experiencing different cultures, listening to music, and writing stories. I have been married 27 years to my college sweetheart. I am a father of four teenagers, two dogs, a cat, and a small tankful of fish. I currently resides with my family in East Tennessee, in a little town at the base of the Smoky Mountains. My promising career in the US Air Force was cut short when I learned I was going blind. With specialized travel and job-training, I achieved success in marketin...

Gobbling Down Burger King’s Impossible Whopper ~ Monday’s Reviews

Flame Burgers on a Grill. "Gobbling Down Burger King's Impossible Whopper." G’day everyone, A few posts ago, I summarized two strong competitors in the Alt-Meat market. Skeptical, yet curious, I tried one of Burger King’s “Impossible Whoppers.” Before learning about alt-meats, I heard a few Burger King commercials that Impossible Whopper was being served at our local Burger King. Fueled by the research, I eagerly ordered an Impossible Whopper. So, here’s the layout: Imagine a soft, puffy, and sweetened Whopper bun crammed full of lettuce, tomato, pickles, onions, and mustard. Then, below that mound was a quarter-inch thick slab of brown. It smelled similar to the real meat, and the patty’s texture was close - even the flavor was tolerable. Buried deep within that soft pillow of a bun and the crowd of toppings, the Impossible Whopper was edible. Note that I didn’t say it was delicious. Now, the entire sandwich was very good, but so would a slice of sh...

You Went To Heaven On Easter Sunday.

Junior, Although some folks will be grumpy and complain, you earned your place at the very front of the line. Heaven gained a terrific and humble spirit, but we here lost the most honest, sincere, and friendly man I’ve ever known. Don’t you dare slouch, nor mumble apologies as you approach those Pearly Gates. Hold your head up, my friend, because you have so much to be proud of. I’m not the most trusting fellow anymore, and you’re the only person I’ve given a key to our home . You were more — much, much more — than a handyman who did home-improvement projects for us. You were always approachable and honest. You put up with me asking you a bunch of questions about tiling, roof repair, hanging windows, putting in plumbing ... the list went on, and yet you never lost your patience with me. You always let me help you and learn from you. I think of you when I open the casement windows, lean against our faux glass-block window, and recall your pretty slick tiling and painting t...

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