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I hope I've been easier Since I've been on the pills Thank you for still being here Dim valleys and high hills Nashville in summerti...

Covid visited the Bone home last week.  Mrs. Bone tested positive on Tuesday morning and, Alabama being a community property state, she was ...

Vinyl was on its last legs when I began my long, mostly obscure radio career in 1990.  You would come in fifteen minutes before shift and &q...

Backyard fireflies flicker in dusk light Sliver of a silver August moon Through Saharan dust haze Soft breeze moves birch tree leaves Travel...

As the games of the thirty-third Olympiad wind down in the City of Lights, I am reminded of a quote by the German poet Ludwig Jacobowski: &q...

I don't remember Theo before the accident.  They say he was completely different.  Bright.  Pleasant.  Talented. He had graduated colleg...

It is eight minutes after midnight.  Sunday night/Monday morning.  I have to be up for work in roughly five hours.  Yet here I am on the cou...

Rooster crowin' from an unmowed lawn Grandma in the kitchen with biscuits on Singin' old-time hymns of hope and despair When the rol...