Travels with Maggie: Randomness on a Perfect Fall Afternoon
Last day of September, Olympia, a day begging for a walk with my best four-legged friend, damned near…
Last day of September, Olympia, a day begging for a walk with my best four-legged friend, damned near…
Hey, it’s not what I had hoped for, but it was better than nothing. If you have never…
In the late summer of 1980, my first wife and I moved cross-country to Vermont, where we owned…
The tiny yellow/orange spider was mighty busy spinning his web, so busy I was hesitant to set up…
“It’s where I drank my first beer. It’s where I found Jesus. Where I wrecked my first car:…
You probably missed the notification but, thankfully for you, I’m here to rectify that whiff. Woodstock happened fifty-five…