When Jan and I decided to build a house we had no idea of the journey we were about to embark on. We knew we wanted to live in the woods and I wanted a place that had some kind … Read More
Maybe the age of Aquarius is still coming. This past week I had the privilege of doing a radio interview on Waxy Browns Flower Power Hour on KKID 92.9FM. The station is housed on a block in my town I … Read More
I don’t remember exactly how long I lived at the Good Karma house in Kansas City. It seemed like forever. Not that it was a bad place to stay and most of that time we were on the road dodging … Read More
Traveling around the country could be a scary proposition for a couple of guys fresh from California. First of all, we didn’t look like a lot of people in the rest of the country. We looked like the scary creatures … Read More
As I continued my tour of coffee houses, folk music was everywhere. The Kingston Trio, Peter Paul and Mary, and The Limelighters were all having hit records. Word would travel the folk circuit that this friend or that was putting … Read More
This is the place where writing gets difficult. Telling my story without being perceived as a “name-dropper” is not an easy task. As I have written before, it was a time everybody was getting to know everybody else. And some … Read More
Baking is something that rarely occurs at our house. Neither Jan nor I find ourselves to be particularly good at it. Cupcakes, cookies, and all that stuff we were told our mothers made for us just doesn’t happen here. I’m … Read More
I can still hear the squeaky sound of the hand pump in my grandmother’s kitchen as she filled the pot for boiling the cabbage. Then would come poking the old wood cookstove to get the fire just right. Cabbage seems to … Read More
We had arrived at the gravel bar but Ralph was nowhere to be found. We went to the low water slab that crossed Huzzah Creek, stuck our heads over the side and hollered ”Ralph are you down there?” It took … Read More
We were in Colorado’s Flat. Top Mountains when a large flock of sheep stopped us in the middle of the dusty road back to Oak Creek. Billy and I had spent the afternoon trying to catch a brook trout in the … Read More