I am back in uniform today. One of the changes this new life has foisted on me is as dramatic as it is subtle. I used to wear ties to work. Okay, it wasn’t every day or anything. I did work in radio after all. In fact, I had what I internally thought of AM … Continue reading
The Great American Novel has already been written. Actually, I don’t know; maybe it hasn’t been. I do know I’m not going to be the one to write it. I bring this up because the intent to write this Novel was what people like me decided to do in previous generations. By “people like me” … Continue reading
Chickenscratch from a once cooped-up city bird turned free-range country chick
juice, crackers. tv.
All the mid-life, none of the crisis
The Four Father 