Pete Seeger

And I’m walking down from the very back of the Amphitheater in the Rose garden next to some thin haired old man carrying a banjo case and the look of a man who ate light and slept little and I’m talking to him like an old friend because This was a great day in my...

Pete Seeger: Living Outside the Box

When I arrived in New York City, I had the good fortune to play at the Greenwich Folk Festival in Greenwich Village, then considered to be the heart of the folk music scene. And one of the biggest hearts belonged to Pete Seeger. Backstage, he was always warm,...

Peter and his calendar

I’ve never sat down to a meal with Peter Thompson. He’s never been to my house. I’m guessing that he and I have been physically in one another’s presence no more than fifteen times in our lives. Yet, as friendships go, his and mine is one I...

Phil

Good morning from Whiskey Creek, where, though it seems quite impossible, Lynn and I are about to celebrate our fifteenth anniversary living up here in relative isolation. (“Relative” is the key word here; the move reduced the number of citizens with whom...

Phil

Good morning from Whiskey Creek, where we are smack dab in the middle of an adventure that many, many of you have experienced, and that is welcoming a new kitty into the household.  His name is Stewart, he’s from the cat rescue up here in the mountains and...