Parting with physical memories of Rose Maddox

There was a scene in the movie Tombstone, where Josie, who would later become Wyatt Earp’s wife, walked across the street in front of Wyatt and Doc Holliday as they were leaving town, which prompted Doc to utter the line; So, she walked out of our lives...

Party to Live

Every May, I get the question: “Hey! You goin’ the Strawberry?” Every May, my answer is “Nope – I got plans.” For 20+ years running, I DO have plans on the Memorial Day weekend. My dear old buddy Ken (he’s actually younger than me by 6 months) has a party at his house...

Pass it Along

There are a number of ways to learn how to play music – lessons, tapes, books, listening to records, natural talent or, my favorite: someone can show you stuff along the way. Formal (or semi-formal) lessons are a good way to get things started, Learn where your...

Taking Liberties

Years ago, comedian Woody Allen gave a most unfunny interview in which he advocated “capital punishment” for movie producers who had the audacity to colorize classic black-and-white films in order to make them more appealing to modern audiences....

Pass the Serotonin, Please

A few years ago, I attended a lecture where the speaker described the effects of the hormones serotonin and dopamine and oxytocin. His subject was actually the modern phenomenon of tech dependency – especially smart phones and social media. What he said was,...

Passing it on

I have two grandchildren, both boys, ages six and three. I would kind of like another one or two (maybe a girl in there somewhere?) but it’s not looking like that’s going to happen. They’re both bright, active, healthy boys, for which I am most thankful. And they live...

Passing Judgment

I am running around Australia at the moment, about to go see the Steep Canyon Rangers at the Melbourne Arena, and trying to figure out exactly what time I need to post this column so that it’s Friday in California. Friday is nearly over here, but Thursday’s still...

Paying our debts

When I was fourteen I bought my first guitar. It cost me $27 dollars, and I sweated blood to get it. I got it because I saw the Beatles in a news reel in my Junior high school the year before, and there were all these girls screaming and acting crazy and I figured...

Peaceful Queasy Feelin’

Change makes us queasy. Change is a-comin’ to the CBA Board of Directors. I know the members don’t like change much, because at least once (maybe twice) the whole Board ran for re-election with no opposition. That doesn’t mean the Board was universally loved by the...

Pebbles and Twigs

With regards to my weekly (weakly?) columns, my dear colleague Rick Cornish filled in for me last week, since I was selfishly on vacation. I explained my situation to Rick and he generously offered to help out. It was a minor miracle – I should show you the email he...