I spent the morning of my 57th birthday inside a college football stadium at my daughter's college graduation. Stood upon the …
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I spent the morning of my 57th birthday inside a college football stadium at my daughter's college graduation. Stood upon the …
Continue Reading about We’re Strangers With Memories…Now Part 2

Jeff Beck is singing Telephone Line and I am thinking about a brief email exchange where someone asked me what is new in my …

It is only 161 days since I told the ER doc to stop talking and give me the transfusion he said I'd need to live. "If I need …

More than a few people have suggested that it is inaccurate for me to describe myself as being almost middle aged. I am beginning …
Sixteen years later I come back to words written long ago and see the truth once uttered remains unchanged. Full Circle People …
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If I write about the junior college math professor who had a face that looked Droopy the cartoon dog and a skeletal body you might …

A few more fans slipped into my DMs or found other ways to tell me to pray they don't find me or to promise karma would catch up …

Got Woke Up This Morning playing as I sit at the computer visions of Tony Soprano rolling down the highway interspersed with …

You were there. You stood next to me, our fingers intertwined staring at the masses. It was Friday night and the plaza was packed. …

Been debating whether to listen to Queen sing Who Wants To Live Forever or Time by Pink Floyd. Still processing the events of the …