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...

Phil Jones

Good rainy morning from Whiskey Creek, where by now we’ve memorized our polite if a little business-like ‘thanks but no thanks’ replies to the scores of insurance brokers who call each day wishing Richard a happy sixty-fifth birthday and wondering aloud if he’s made...

Phil the Dog

I wonder, is this a common experience in peoples’ life stories or is it a rare one? Someone who is larger than life, maybe someone who you could say is magical in some way, drops arbitrarily into your life, pretty much out of nowhere, hangs around for just a brief...