Motorhoming

I spent more than a couple of these 1st Thursdays talking about being retired and what I would be spending my copious free time on. I’ve talked many times about bass playing, rehearsing or practicing, taking lessons, walking with lots of flats, jamming and...

Motorhoming Redux

Last month I told you of my motorhome hobby and the commitment of keeping it running and ready. A few of you commented and offered much appreciated advice particularly David Lange’s colorful instructions regarding towing. I leave it to you readers to look it up on the...

Mountain Music

When my brother and I were growing up in Lima, Peru, we were surrounded by a kind of music that you hear these days at every big outdoor attraction: those high flutes, the little armadillo-shell stringed instruments, the big booming bass drum. This was before Paul...

Move your clocks back to Standard Time

Time to FALL BACK. Oh yes, it’s that time again to set our clocks back an hour. We will now be back in Standard Time. Be aware, if you don’t. You’ll be the only one sitting out in the parking lot waiting an hour for everybody else to show up and unlock the door on...

Moving at the Speed of Bluegrass

Listening to spring training baseball on the radio, and eagerly welcoming opening for this season, I am struck once again by the intricate connections between bluegrass and baseball. This time, it was the pace and attitude I noticed. Baseball, unlike most sports, has...

Moving at the Speed of Bluegrass

I admit this is a re-print, but I felt this was timely..Listening to spring training baseball on the radio, and eagerly welcoming opening for this season, I am struck once again by the intricate connections between bluegrass and baseball. This time, it was the...

Mr. Skunk and Mr. Time

Good morning from Whiskey Creek, where late last week we were formally introduced to our neighbor, Mr. Skunk. It was actually Willie who spotted her, chased and cornered her, and was about to crush her neck with his massive jaws or get sprayed by his would-be victim,...

Mrs. Hippie Sawyer & Tom

They were hippies. Admittedly they were. But this was then, and now is now, and as they embraced the now they weren’t sure if they were hippies or not. Tom, his wife, and three children made up the Sawyer family. The Sawyers had waited until later in their life to...