Now, there’s an ominous word. As in, of course, cancer. Mercifully, that’s not what afflicts me. Or, for an author (if I dare use that exalted term), something scarcely less terrifying: terminal writer’s block. But that’s not it either. No, I...
Let’s get one thing straight right up front. I didn’t buy a 30-06, high powered rifle for my deer hunting trip to the beautiful and lonely sage covered hills around Casper, Wyoming. Why? Two reasons: First, because I didn’t need to. I still have my...
By now, you know that I’ve been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. And, in fact, I’ve been prescribed the medication, donepezil, to treat it. Which, unfortunately, “appears to result in a small benefit in mental function and ability to...
Now, understand. I’ve never been very well disciplined about keeping my nose to the grind stone. And, perhaps even more to the point, “The best-laid plans of plans of mice and men often go awry.” (The Scot bard Rabbie Burns’ original of that...
Now, buckle in. And get ready. ‘Cause this post’s gonna be a long one. Sorta like the long, strange-but, wonderful-trip I’m fixin’ to tell you about. The Noisy Silence My trip actually started decades ago when my late, lamented father-in-law,...