Another Lucid Moment, While Eating Persimmons
Yes! It’s true! I watched Ryan Seacrest and company on Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve, 4 hours of tribute to boy bands and R&B/Hip-Hop, whose agents must be doing a happy dance, as well as...
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Winter and the Lonely Surfer
It’s mid-January at Rambling Harbor, and it seems as if the sun has not shown in months. We rejoice if the temperatures break the freezing mark. Me, I’ve been playing surfing music, Jimmy Buffett and...
View ArticleMemories, Monsanto, Hair, and the Pachuko Hop
Sometime around 1973, I found myself sitting in a restaurant in Washington, DC, more precisely a health food restaurant called Food For Thought. I was listening to the song “Cecilia” by Simon and...
View ArticleWeb Watching, Gunpowder Snorting, the NRA, and Eye Color and Alcohol Addiction
In the tune “Tower of Song,” Leonard Cohen suggests that the rich are watching us, that they have their channels in bedrooms of the poor, and the Boomtown Rats knew “they” were always looking at you....
View ArticleDeath, the Final Frontier
In the song “Death Is Not the End,” Bob Dylan cautions against taking one’s own life, declaring that death is not the end and no matter how bad things are, death will not necessarily bring closure to...
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I’ve Been Imbued
I had a revelation. I have been imbued with the truth, and it has set me free. There is something about losing half of your income that says there’s no stopping you now. I am free, free, free at last!...
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My Name Is Regulus, and This Is a Whale of a Tale
My name is Regulus. I was named after the brightest star in the constellation Leo and nicknamed Reggie. I was born in 1983. My mother’s name was Spoon. This is part of my story. It was one of those...
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Thank You, George Mckay
George McKay was a man who built a dream. His dream was 88 feet long and 26 feet high. It was a three-masted schooner rig on a unique homemade hull with 3,000 square feet of sail area. He designed the...
View ArticleRhapsody Screw
Now don’t get upset that the title has nothing to do with what you thought it might. I was sitting tonight, thinking about my life, something I also do in the mornings, mid days, and later afternoons,...
View ArticleMountaintop Days: The Beginning
I started blogging when my wife was battling cancer and we knew it was terminal. I quit work to be home with her, and to occupy my time I started to write. What time we had to share was more important...
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Mountaintop Days: A Time for Going
It was May 1966 when I arrived and walked up the mountain to the small cabin that was to become my home. It was a time of rebirth for the earth and for me. I could hear the rustle of the deer, bear,...
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Mountaintop Days: Emily, Part One
What about Emily? Many have asked, and to this day I do not know the complete answer. I felt her presence, and even before my eyes saw her, I knew she was there. She was in the room, and from the...
View ArticleEmily, Continued
Yes, it was just another one of those endless Peace Movement meetings. But this one would prove to be different, life changing in the whisper of a young woman. For that night, in Washington, D.C., I...
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Emily,the End
The man who walked down the rocky trail of that sacred mountain for the last time was not the same one who had walked up. I knew I would never be the same. I had grown, learned, and loved, and it felt...
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Getting on the Road
This was me then. I would like to back up and explain a little about the roads around Alderson, West Virginia, and what happened before I had the circus ride with the Jack Daniels-swigging friend you...
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