He was irreverent. He was loud. Chain smoking, bar hopping, yet always hardworking. He’d act the professional one moment, a perverted lunatic the next. He was one the funniest people who I ever had the pleasure of knowing. Continue reading Dave
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away from normalcy, stood a cabin in the woods. This was no ordinary cabin, but a cabin haunted by tales of teenage debauchery and immoral activities. Continue reading The Cabin…not a bad place to be.
In the folk’s basement, in 1978, my friends and myself were recorded on a cassette tape while making some music and sharing good times. Kindda makes you want to tap your toes and sing along:)
Gladryl, the Dachshund, loved to go fishing as much as I did. If she was within ear-shot of the front porch, the moment that I picked up a fishing pole on my way to the river, her head would perk-up, and off she’d head towards the water’s edge. Continue reading A Dog Goes Fishing (The Cabin on the River-Part Two)
The old saying that “money can’t buy you happiness” has been beaten to death; but the horse is still alive, for now.
One of the happiest times in my life was naturally one of poorest financially. Of course it was, or that first sentence would have been really silly. As a twenty-year-old, I lived in a cabin with a wonderful young woman, had two dogs, a canoe, and the river in my front yard. My net personal worth was around $173, depending on the day of the week. It went up on payday, down on the weekends. Continue reading The Cabin on the River (Part-One)
No matter what your belief during those moments where a certain force seems to come into play and affect the outcome of a situation, you’ve got to admit that there’s been a time or two where you’ve stopped and thought to yourself “That was unbelievable”. Be it coincidence, destiny, or Divine intervention from a Heavenly Spirit, there just has to be something that factors into the end result at unexplained moments. Continue reading Doing Laundry for Some Reason
This cracks me up. I’m an old rocker, but Live Music of any kind is Good Music. Originally recorded in my parent’s basement, almost 40 years ago, this was practice night for The Central Brothers and The Green Apple Gang (who backed us more than once). It Ain’t perfect, but 9 teenagers hanging out together–pickin, grinin’, and singin’ is a pretty good thing.