BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… THE MEMORY CHICKENS. “Your house is like going to grandma’s in the ’90s,” my friend is saying and I’m not sure if I should be amused or insulted. I tend to curate friends who speak their mind. And the eclectic collection of porcelain chickens in the kitchen stare down in an affirming…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… THE LONG LAST DAY. The orange sun slips behind the western mountain ridges. Summer solstice ends, even as the evening news begins its frantic reporting of the Iran bombings by US stealth bombers flying from Whiteman Air Force Base near Knob Noster, Missouri. Historic times for sure. War perhaps averted by war.…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… AMERICAN FRONTIERS. The caravel’s sails billowed and orchestral music swelled. I was glued to the TV that early summer of 1992, watching a PBS documentary on Columbus and the New World. Shot on location in the Caribbean as well as Spain, the documentary included panoramic scenes of warm Floridian skies, the dark…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… THE WARRIOR POETS. The sun was hot that late afternoon and bits and pieces of the moment still float somewhere in my memory. We were parked out back behind the old high school — now the junior high, a red brick monstrosity augmented by appropriately boring brick cubes added to expand learning…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… THE SPIDER AND THE BOAT. The great garden spider, all bright yellow and stark black, was still and waiting on her weaving web there amid blooming iris and peonies and vivid purple clematis. The garden was in the front yard, stretching across nearly the length of the house and was bookended by…