Moments Remembered for the Wrong Reasons

I had watched, for the umpteenth time, a dreadful commercial that is being shown on TV ad nauseam, when I got to thinking about the way in which memory is often tied to that which is off-kilter, offensive, or just plain wrong. I consider the ad in question to be the...

Moments Remembered for the Wrong Reasons

I had watched, for the umpteenth time, a dreadful commercial that is being shown on TV ad nauseam, when I got to thinking about the way in which memory is often tied to that which is off-kilter, offensive, or just plain wrong. I consider the ad in question to be the...

Random Rambles

Tin ears, autumn equinox, Oktoberfest and writer’s block Starting with the latter, some months I find it very difficult to come up with a hook or topic for my monthly column. I can usually write something fairly easily to amuse myself but I take the responsibility of...

Mona’s Chocolate Cake

Today’s column from Cliff Compton Sunday, July 12, 2009 Mona made me a cake. From scratch. In the oven of her R.V. enough chocolate to send a womans endorphins into a dream state. Enough chocolate to make a bitter man sweet. Just because it was my birthday and...

Monday mashup

Hey, folks. Happy Monday! I’m cramming like a college student this week, trying to fin enough hours in the day to release your Bluegrass Breakdown paper to the printer before I go to Plymouth. (Looks like we’re getting up there on Thursday, so “someone” please save...

Money

I’ve been chewing on this since October, trying to decide if I should write about it, and if so, how I should write about it. My son Peter, my youngest and the one who’s served as a sounding board for me since he learned to talk…..and listen…..helped me decide. Let me...