Stella

I don’t think I’ve shared much with you about my Grandmother, Stella.  Most certainly, the single-most influential woman in my young life:  if there is such a thing as a soul mate, she surely was mine.  Grandma was one of those women that had a swagger...

Step Right In

It’s not uncommon at a festival for a band onstage – even the big time acts – to introduce one of the players as a fill-in for a regular band member who was not available for this particular show. You know the words: “Let’s give a big shout out to Percy...

Stepping Up My Game

January is finally over. Officially, it was tied for the longest January on record. I certainly had trouble making it through all 31 days intact, but I was able to do so through mindfulness and tequila. You see I didn’t participate in the “dry January” nonsense and if...

Steve Waller’s 1980 picking party

My good friend Steve Waller used to live near a little wide spot in the road by the name of Peedee Creek, Oregon. The little town was about 20 miles west of Corvallis Oregon, and Steve had about 75 acres, and Peedee Creek ran right through the middle of his property....

Sticker Shock

When I was a lad, an STP sticker was just about the coolest thing ever. Mario Andretti had just won the Indy 500 in the STP-sponsored car and that we all wanted to put that oval black and red sticker on everything. But in those days, the marketing people hadn’t yet...