My Summer Reads

Some people go to antique stores. Others drop in the random bike shop. When I’m on the road, I visit bookstores, in search of some unexpected treasure. I found just that at Grassroots Bookstore in Corvallis, when I came across this book by southern soulmate, Mark Richard. I’m shamed to admit I’d never heard of [Read More...]

Memories of The Redhead: Mama was a Dancing Woman

It has been two years.¬†Four days. 23 hours and 37 minutes, give or take a few, since I last spoke to The Redhead. 734 days. 63,502,635¬†seconds. I don’t even know what I’ve done with all that time. Wasted a good portion of it, undoubtedly, though I’m more cognizant of the passing than I’ve ever been [Read More...]

The Yankee Lady & Her Hang-dog fella

This is an all-points bulletin. If you see this vehicle, please steer clear of it. There are dangerous Yankees inside. A male, about 6′ 2″, 185 lbs. glasses, graying, balding hair. Last seen wearing a gaudy yellow-print shirt made to match bad throw pillows and dry-cleaned Dockers. He has a distinctive hang-dog look, no doubt [Read More...]


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