Back from a day of outdoor lazybones ambling around in the Southeast, I’m lounging in the recliner with a late coffee (finished) and a paperback (ongoing) and something has me glance from the book…

Tuesday afternoon I looked at the ’26 Drew Davis (San Luis Obispo artist) calendar I have on my kitchen wall. For the week of the 14th through the 20th I had three notations –…

I have not received one piece of mail in the last three weeks. Not a single piece of mail. Not a post card from Haiti or Copenhagen or San Luis Obispo, not an invitation…

One of the surprises falling out of my over-from-Idaho, long-gone storage boxes was the book “Instructions to the Cook” by Bernard Tetsugen Glassman. Monday afternoon I came upon these sentences in the Prologue –…

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…