In early 2011, my marriage of 37 years ended. A few months later I moved back to Missouri…and I was traveling lightly. I never expected to live in the Show-Me state again. After we left MO over 40 years ago, when we had to pick our first password (probably for an ATM in Corvallis), we…
This morning I’m thinking about lots of things. Some of them don’t matter all that much: …it’s Friday the 13th and the moon is full …will the ice keep me from attending day 2 of the Bass Pro Tournament of Champions? …will the omelet I just made taste as good as it looks? …will Wayne…
I have had “conversations” with fellows wearing badges three times since moving back to Missouri in 2011. Two of them are a tad bit bizarre. The other was mundane….I was clocked doing 78 in a 60 in Highlandville on our way home from The Rock House. The only story there is what I coulda done…
I’ve written about my “addiction” to music before. I am prone to have a song, or an artist, “on repeat.” Looking back at my Facebook posts during 2016, I shared links to youtubes of 19 songs that I had listened to over-and-over-and-over-again during the year. Some of them were by artists that I was going…