For the Love of Wind

I chose to repeat this specific column, because elements, frankly are my joy spot.  Lightening; Wind; Rain; Snow; Storms on the high seas with tornadoes soaring, in some crazy, excite me on a multitude of levels.  They stir my soul and I can simply apply...

For Whom the Bell Tolls

“Never send to know for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee.” (John Donne) A few years ago I wrote a column here called the Eight Year Rule. The premise revolved around an observation that I had made as a kid from listening to my friends play music....

Forget the Vincent Black Lightning, 1952 —

The older I get, the harder it seems to be to get the van packed up to go to a festival. For one thing, I almost never get the job done without somehow making my back sore. Before Grass Valley I got one of my sons to come over and help me get the heavy, awkward third...

Forget the Vincent Black Lightning, 1952

The older I get, the harder it seems to be to get the van packed up to go to a festival. For one thing, I almost never get the job done without somehow making my back sore. Before Grass Valley I got one of my sons to come over and help me get the heavy, awkward third...

Forget this, remember that

There was an interesting thread on the Message Board recently about items that folks forget when they pack for the Father’s Day Festival. It made for some interesting reading, and probably everyone who read that thread saw themselves in those notes. I don’t tend to...