Ronald Mallett

2 months ago | godreports.com | Ronald Mallett |Mark Ellis

By Ronald D. Mallett —It was a balmy May morning, and I awoke to a chorus of songbirds riding the fenced balcony of our second floor bedroom. I swung my legs from under the blankets and reached for my slippers. The joy of the spring awakening turned to horror as I stared at my left foot. All five toes had turned black, and the big toe of the right foot was darkening. All six affected toes resembled chunks of barbecue coals. Shocked and dismayed, I awakened my wife Pat and began to dress.

Jan 6, 2025 | godreports.com | Ronald Mallett |Mark Ellis

By Ronald D. Mallett —Some years back my family lived in the Taconic Mountains, a 150-mile sub-range of the Appalachians running along the contiguous borders of New York and Connecticut. Our home base was Bethlehem, Ct., but we lived a few miles west of town on the Weekeepeemee River (for real). The terrain is cut with many gorges, river drop offs and steep inclines/declines.

Dec 5, 2024 | godreports.com | Ronald Mallett |Mark Ellis

By Ronald D. Mallett —I took a job as a railroad brakemen assigned to the dinky town of Greybull, Wyoming, near the eastern border of Yellowstone National Park. I was assigned to a crew that went out at least three times a week to bring 50 or 60 oil tankers to the mainline of the Burlington Railroad for shipment to Casper and other points south and east. I was very young, still in my teens, and a high school dropout.

Dec 3, 2024 | godreports.com | Ronald Mallett

By Ronald D. Mallett — The dogs were purebred boxers…. a fine tan color. One had been military and police trained. They were heavyweights, bred to be ideal attack dogs. The owner’s kids would leave a gate open for their escape now and then, but the canines quickly returned when called. One day the male took a dump in my front yard and then tried to cover it up by scratching clumps of grass over it. I opened the front screen door, stepped out, and yelled at him to go home.

Dec 3, 2024 | godreports.com | Ronald Mallett |Mark Ellis

By Ronald D. Mallett — When my family and I moved to New York City from Tucson, Arizona,  for an amazing executive job opportunity at the corporate level, it didn’t take long to realize city life wasn’t for us. So, instead of settling in the concrete jungle, we bought a 40-acre farm in Bethlehem, Connecticut. The commute was severe, but the company eventually moved my office to a Connecticut laboratory…  a major blessing.