The more they stay the same: Palestine Our intrepid Gang of Seven tourists is now down in Bath, England. But I’m still catching up on our trip through the narrow byways of Scotland. There, forbidding, windswept peaks rise out of gorse covered moors that plunge...
Against machine guns and poison gas After dinner here in Oban, our gang walked back to our B&B along the water front, past a small, grassy square. There were about 20 men and women with bag pipes and drums, playing, marching and rehearsing for what, I assumed was...
Old Beyond Their Years I met Forrest and Lakin Huckabey at the recent Project Sanctuary Retreat where, again, I did K.P. duty. And trust me, I’m not complaining. Before the week was over, I got to know the couple well enough to ask if I could interview them...
Fiddling while Rome burns I spend many hours blogging at my local library. They regularly host events on a wide variety of topics. I rarely take one in; its tough enough for me to keep on track without one more distraction. However, recently a program called...
North To Alaska! I’m goin’ north, the rush is on. In fall of 1975, after graduating from CU Boulder with a European history degree, I headed North to Alaska to find my fortune. An intrepid friend of mine, Jimmy Gray, had done it. A few years before,...