Life’s been good to me so far…
Some time back, we inmates got together and scribbled this tribute to Joe Walsh on the back of a Gravy Train bag; even though Stevie has left this mortal coil,…
The Ballad of Charlie Bravo
Some time ago, dad was trying his hand at a children's book, and was attempting to put my story into rhyme; I told him that he needs to stick to…
Hail to the Chieftess!
Some have wondered why I have spent so little time commenting on the presidential circus, er, primaries; this page is about sharing the GOOD news, not commenting on the bitchiness,…
Pekudei
It's incredible what you will hear if you take time to listen; recently dad and I were coming through the Ozark mountains late at night. Up there, cell coverage is…
Do you remember the last time you were truly happy?
I do; when dad opened the tent today and the smell of the sage that we had packed in there in anticipation of this very moment flooded us with the…
This is your mission, should you choose to accept it.
It is not my nature to bloom within a greenhouse;I am a wildflower, a weed perhaps. I need wide open and untamed places to sprout. I need to ask the…
The Shape of things to come
Years ago when dad was a sprout, he went to church with a man who was ancient even back then; Brother Miller had a peculiar way of singing, almost shouting…
