Good Old Wagon

Last night I was getting into a groove. I've been practicing guitar, and last night my left hand strength seemed almost back to the point that the barre chords are sounding right again, and the finger picking is getting back to where it should be too. Not to overplay this, I still have a long …

Peer…anyone left out there?

Let's start with the obvious. You need peers to feel peer pressure. But somewhere around late middle age, the herd begins thinning out. You know, old friends go silent on Facebook. You find yourself doing Google searches for old girlfriends and find obituaries instead -" Shit, I didn't think she was dead!" You're one religious …

One Night On The Side Of The Road

Written for OLWG - In those days, not too far off Route 1, there was an old milk truck that someone had converted into a lean-to shelter. The faded logo of a cow sittin' on a rainbow could still be made out on the side. Inside were a few improvised plank beds, and right …

A night at the coffeehouse, or watch out for that church lady

OK, so I've had some bizzaro things happen to me while on the road. There was that town that we couldn't get out of, no matter which route we took. We'd never have made it out if we hadn't found a local guide. I stopped to use a Texaco bathroom, and we got a lift …

Alternate Educations

My favorite subjects? In High school, it was cutting classes. It eventually led to my expulsion, but it also introduced me to new paths in life that my uptown peers never encountered. I would cut classes and promptly head to Hanrahan's pool "Parlour." I was, and still am, awful at playing pool. But you can't justify some …

Flashback Friday- songs your mother never taught you

originally posted - February 9, 2021 I had moved to Portland to get away from Boston. In those days, the late 1960's, Portland was a hike from Boston and was in an entirely different cultural world.Portland came well equipped with a small church-run coffeehouse that I could habituate when not working. The Gate Coffeehouse became …