All is quiet on the western front.
Max here: Pre-dawn at the Casa... if the bed was North America, dad would be sleeping along the coasts of Washington, Oregon and a bit of northern California, with Charlie…
When were you young
As time sweeps past and vanishes behind me, an assimilated, impotent adulthood heaves itself through the ephemeral mist of youth, my restlessness pounded away by the vicissitudes and tides of…
Dateline: Taos, NM
The sun was sinking behind the rim of the canyon when dad finally decided to shut her down for the day; the Rio Grande river lay 800 feet below us,…
