Strumming are the Sages

The story of the Sages and how they came to be strumming starts, at least for me, in November of 2000. That was the year my band, the Grass Menagerie, first played the Woodland Veterans Day Festival. And it would also be the last time my son Phillip, who’d been...

Stuck at 92 BPM

I’m involved with three different jam groups with little or no overlap in players. Monday and Thursday night, each different and Tuesday and Thursday lunch time being the other group. Maybe it’s me but all these groups seem to be slowing tempos down and it is driving...

Stuck in Lodi

Good Tuesday morning from Whiskey Creek, where the summer deck furniture has been carefully stowed away in the barn, the old Argosy camp trailer is drifting off into its deep, hibernatory sleep, where all dogs and all llamas have begun in earnest to grow back their...

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As luck would have it, I had the following piece already written about a week ago and then by chance, I was reminded the very next day of just how ubiquitous the topic it discusses truly is. You see, I needed to find a way for my daughter Juliet to go to the Plymouth...

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Foibles,Bon Mots, and Thoughts   “My favorite poem is the one that starts, “ Thirty days hath September” because it actually tells you something.”  Groucho  Marx.Seven more days and Sheila and I will be celebrating our 49th anniversary. The trip to...

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Good morning from Whiskey Creek, just a few square feet under six acres that is more demanding than a young bride born with a silver spoon in her mouth, six acres populated by one house, one barn, one feed shed and one wood shed that all have roofs just aching to leak...