I’m sitting in Naomi’s house in Santa Fe. This is a good place to be. It’s after nine o’clock in the evening and I have Bill Evans’ Solo Sessions on the computer. His music is like a warm beverage when you need it. Naomi and I went out tonight to a presentation that was a … More Listening to Bill Evans and Other Lovely Things

  HUGGING VS. HANDSHAKING Things have changed over the years for me regarding hugs and handshakes. To be brief; hugging has moved from an unique way to greet and in the beginning it was a sign of intimacy and gradually slipped toward trust and affection. Handshakes were generally considered a sign of greeting and politeness. … More Discovery

Some time ago I was handed a piece of stone. This artifact held a relic of someone’s life. As soon as the stone touched my hand I held it carefully, joining my two hands together to ensure its safety. I didn’t want to drop or otherwise mishandle this treasure. I was told it was more than … More I Felt a Breath of Life

“AND I’LL COME BACK…” That’s the moment she stopped hating herself. Most of these women are serving terms of several months; some are going to be incarcerated longer, maybe up to four years. In some cases the women are doing the bid for the men in their lives. Then the men abandon them, disappear. She’s … More And I’ll come back…

You know those situations. A period of time passes and a loss of contact occurs. I discovered some time ago one of my dearest friends whom I admire very much has disappeared from my radar screen. My paranoia has whispered to me that I may have ended the relationship unkindly. Of course that may be … More Reaching Out to Old Friend…What Happened?

IF IT DIDN’T HAPPEN… Then what did we eat? While I was in Vero Beach living for a few days at Olga’s and Tom’s house we all experienced an evening in which reality left us for vacation and, in its place, we were entertained by a person who could only be an alien. And not … More If it Didn’t Happen What did We Eat?

I arrived in New Mexico sometime in September of last year, 2016. As with many of my journeys they turn out not what I expected. This one in particular is more sad for some reason. I may have had too many expectations. I feel like I will not return. Something inside me has come to … More Things are Ending for Me in New Mexico

Old truckers never die, they just get a new Peterbilt. During one of my cross country trips I became curious about the various semi-tractors hauling the trailers on the highways. My interest grew out of fear and respect. Dicing along the interstate with these monstrosos in the dark of midnight and early morning was a … More TRUCKS; BIG TRUCKS!