Tag Archives: Xena
Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty-nine Get out the pans, don’t just stand there dreaming Get out the way, get out the way Here comes sunshine Here comes sunshine — Hunter/Garcia, Here Comes Sunshine, 1973 Ozzy’s death hit me … Continue reading
He was a good dog. No, really. A great dog. The last time I sat with tears soaking my keyboard like this, I was writing about the demise of Gilligan, the black-and-tan coonhound from hell. But Ozzy was different. When … Continue reading
“Only against death does man cry out in vain.” — Malcolm Lowry Anita seemed perplexed. Lara, Emma and I were all standing in the middle of San Gregorio Cemetery with tears streaming down our cheeks. It was all so beautiful. … Continue reading
Big dog. Big heart.
While I was migrating to new servers, I realized I have a lot of stuff buried on my server that predates my blogging days. Much of it was created with an image program called Arles. Previously, I was linking to … Continue reading
Now that I can strap my kayak to my truck, I’m striking out and paddling new places. My first trip was Fontana Lake in North Carolina. Next up was Melton Hill Lake, much closer to home. I’ve wanted to paddle … Continue reading