Personal History; the Sound of One Hand Clapping

Today’s column from Rick Cornish (rickcornish7777@hotmail.com) Tuesday, January 25, 2011 I drive my friend Brooks Judd crazy. Take last week. Lynn asked me what I’d like to do for my birthday and, without a moment’s hesitation, I told her bluegrass (my favorite...

Perspectives

Events of the past few months threaten our desire to view the world as a welcoming place. We have recently seen how viciously our species can treat each other, and we have seen how nature can seem bent on cruelty towards all living things. We feel small, powerless and...

Perspectives on a Couple of Milestones

Cassy and I were driving this weekend and saw a pretty object in the sky, a few miles away. It was near Infineon Raceway, so I figured it’s a blimp, advertising something forthe race. A minute later, it was gone, which was kind of weird, considering its size. Then...

Pete Seeger

And I’m walking down from the very back of the Amphitheater in the Rose garden next to some thin haired old man carrying a banjo case and the look of a man who ate light and slept little and I’m talking to him like an old friend because This was a great day in my...

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...