I love this part of the day, and I love this part of the world. As my nephew starts the process of surrendering to sleep, I am absorbed in this experience, and am taken back decades, to when I used to ride similar machines on a similar plot of land, not more than 5 miles from here.
Category: Family
From the Archives – On Covert Meetings
As amazing as parenthood can be, I have been convinced for some time that our children conspire against us.
It was musty, but it was magical!
“ . . . that musty, small-town video shop set up in the dining room of an old house where someone was likely murdered.”
Life and The Bee Gees
Sometimes a song starts as a chord that a guitar player can’t shake, or a phrase that a songwriter finds profound.