Monthly Archives: June 2013

 I was living in a flop house, which is a single room with a bare minimum of furnishings. I had to entertain a whole slew of low life’s from the state hospital in that place. I didn’t have much in … Continue reading →

I’ve written the better part of a page of something or other, and sent it packing, to my ever-lengthening documents folder. There’s so much to be seen there, and having not memorized the file names, we’ll be lost when we … Continue reading →

 A smooth, flowing cursive was to be coveted among writers, because it was all they had, in the way of joys, back in the day of Thomas Hardy and the Bronte sisters. There was no such thing as a typewriter … Continue reading →

 I’ve done a lot of music, on one medium or another, for various people throughout the public, most of my life, when I wasn’t in one institution or another with a chemical imbalance. Singing and/or playing my guitar, or blowing … Continue reading →

 In the fall of ’72, no one knew of my personal unkindness to Kathryn, because it hadn’t happened yet. In the fall of ’72, we were still a happy couple on the university campus, up in the mountains at that … Continue reading →

 Jeff and I used to go out in the woods behind Ellie’s house and smoke a little herb now and then. We’d blaze up on a jay when we thought no one was looking. Who did we think we were … Continue reading →

 An author sits alone at his old fashioned typewriter and considers his circumstances seriously. He’s been writing and publishing the old fashioned way for a long time now. He’s made it his business. There are those who have a bunch … Continue reading →

 Coming on up Route 7, you could go right past Route 136, because the two intersect. I think it’s our best shot to get to Churchville, coming up that way, Al. Even after turning off Route 7, one finds a … Continue reading →

Grandma’s house was situated on the Churchville Road, about two miles out of town. There were several kids at our stop, riding our bus to school. Soon after we moved in at Churchville Road, they started putting in the interchange … Continue reading →

 There’s a country lane, out in the middle of nowhere, called Klee Mill. It’s way out in the sticks. You don’t watch your approach closely enough, you’ll miss it. There’s not that much to the place; a gas station/convenience store … Continue reading →