I’ve been having the strangest dreams lately. I had one the other night where Chet Huntley visited me to have a look at the book I’m writing. Some of you older folks might remember the Huntley, Brinkley Report (Good night, Chet- Good night, David) which was one of the premier news stations on network TV…
Trust the science to make better peaches.
This week is one of the times a story hit me in the face, and I have to talk about it. Sorry if you think that it’s too much repetition, but frankly, until this story has a palatable conclusion, there will never be too much repetition of it. I love children. Always have. Even when…
America the great except one state?
Mush, a common food item or what you have between your ears.
The future of the world is written in plastic.
This poem came from a real experience. I was living in my VW bus in the parking lot of a four story apartment building in St. Johnsbury, VT. The building was full of crazy people just let out of an institution that had been closed. They cheered me on each day as I worked on…
