It was the late winter of 1983 when David Bowie’s ‘Let’s Dance’ made its way into the musical airwaves, and I know that because I’d just been hired for a job at which on…

Back in the days of alcohol, drugs, and beginning to hone the skills necessary for a life of drifting I strolled into the lounge at the Hawthorne Hotel in Salem, MA, right on the…

I’ll tell you – this is me talking to my imaginary friend – having nearly no money has its disadvantages, but not working probably has even greater advantage. Sleepy crud wiped out of the…

You may remember the song ‘The Revolution Will Not Be Televised’ from Gil Scott-Heron. Earlier I read a paragraph in the book Jen bought me that hinted at both the song and the reality.…

Son Cameron, grandson Logan, and me, south of Astoria, Warrenton shipwreck. Me alone in the hotel lobby, so early after a brief sitting and while writing Morning Pages. Columbia River traveler. Washington state over…

There’s an out-of-the-blue plan for me to be away tonight and much of the day tomorrow, so I thought I’d share the first weekday post this week a day early. Like a wackadoodle. Plans…

Late morning, Thursday, Starbucks at 15th and Fremont, I glance up at the next table and see an older gentleman feeding his dog some yogurty substance with the same spoon with which he, the…

My friend Jen in Oakland sent me a text last week and – well, here it is — “Hey Buddy. How goes it? I’m reading this book right now and had a strong desire…

Dozens and dozens and dozens of books are scattered through the reading area here in the basement. In piles, all alone, leaning against walls. As patient as me. For the last number of days…

Both my sons called me yesterday. Spenser called when I was out on a long, hot, late-afternoon walk to talk about ‘Goosebumps.’ We talked about ‘Goosebumps.’ Cameron called in between long walks, when I…