Author Archives: Dave Oney

About Dave Oney

Dave Oney was born mid last century in Middlebury, Vermont. He received his BS in Chemistry and worked as a polymer chemist in Massachusetts and New Jersey. He became a microscopist (someone who studies little bitty things using a microscope) and photomicrographer (someone who photographs little bitty things) before settling into a 35-year career in technical sales of scientific imaging equipment (the science of digitally recording itty bitty things, sending the image to a computer for analysis.) He designed and created a number of products contributing to this field. He is (was) proficient in several computer languages and is currently working on mastering English. After making a few more paradigm shift career changes Dave and his wife, Fran, retired and moved closer to their children and granddaughters and now live in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas.

Martha

Posted on April 9, 2019 by Dave Oney

I have always liked Tom Waits’ song, Martha. I wonder if it is autobiographical by Tom, or just fantasy. Here is my fantasy version of the backstory to Martha. I sat looking at the phone. It was one of the … Continue reading →

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The Last Run

Posted on January 28, 2019 by Dave Oney

It was almost 4 o’clock and the sun was low in the west. The mountain blocked most of the direct sun and caused the flat, shadowless light, the bane of downhill skiers. I knew it would be like that this … Continue reading →

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The Cell Phone

Posted on September 14, 2018 by Dave Oney

Preface: I saw a young (to me anyway) woman sitting at one of those cell phone charging counters in the airport this morning. Dressed pretty much as described here, she was alone, but apparently waiting for someone. She was charging … Continue reading →

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The Factory Whistle

Posted on September 2, 2018 by Dave Oney

“Pfeeeeet…pfeeeeet.” The Factory whistle blows. “Two,” he thought. “Time to get a move on.” He tossed off the covers, petted the dog’s head, made sure Sally was still covered by the blanket, padded barefoot to the bathroom and closed the … Continue reading →

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The Corn Field

Posted on August 23, 2018 by Dave Oney

The corn was tall, even for this late in the season. It must be eight or nine feet, well above my head. It was that light, dead, dried brown and would normally have been harvested a month ago, but for … Continue reading →

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The Highway

Posted on June 30, 2018 by Dave Oney

I cut the lights a block before I arrived at her house. I hate this part. It was almost 2 AM and like my father always said, “Nothing good ever happens between midnight and four in the morning.” I quietly … Continue reading →

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Havana Rose

Posted on June 13, 2018 by Dave Oney

“It’s 100 degrees out Rose. Do you really want to go for a walk?” “It’s NOT a choice, Dad. I gotta go outside,” Rosie said with a strong sense of urgency. “Anyway, it’s a dry heat. Not like back home.” … Continue reading →

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The Pleasure Machine

Posted on June 5, 2018 by Dave Oney

She is a small, dark complexioned woman, not five feet tall, but of course, she is sitting now, one hand resting next to the button on the pleasure panel in front of her and the other holding both a now … Continue reading →

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Rosie You Turkey

Posted on May 24, 2018 by Dave Oney

We left for our morning walk at 5:45 AM as usual, and, as usual, walked up the driveway  before turning left up Scenic Drive toward Newsome Heights. The hedges lost their beautiful spring red flowers, or leaves, I could never be … Continue reading →

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Rosie’s Secret Garden

Posted on May 15, 2018 by Dave Oney

“Garden, Rose. Garden!” She looked up from her designated spot on the sofa, cuddled up against Mom, then put her head back down on her front paws, oops I meant feet, not paws. She had corrected me about that often … Continue reading →

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