Category Archives: Commentary

Something has gone wrong. That’s okay. Nothing works forever. This isn’t a perfect world. But we have gifts—skills, tools, experience. We can fix things. All it takes is the right perspective. Approach the problem with an open mind. Analyze the … Continue reading →

It was a good day. All my children remembered and wished me well. Mostly they remembered good things. Some, even great things. Some… suspicious. For a lot of years, I had a late start to my day. That meant I … Continue reading →

On the Departure of the Body At the moment of death—physical, visible, undeniable—the ancient Greeks believed that something separated from the body. They called it the eidolon. The image. The echo. The essence. But death, we know now, is complicated. … Continue reading →

Telegraph Avenue and the Air-Conditioned Nightmare (A Memory from the Edge of the Crowd) I dunno. I think I was a sophomore in high school—so that would be 1964, or thereabouts. I’d spent the summer skipping my monthly haircut. It … Continue reading →

The power is off… again. The utility company warned us: they’d cut power in case of fire danger. There’s no fire. No fire danger. Still, the power’s gone—in a patchwork pattern across the countryside. Something broke. And it keeps breaking. … Continue reading →

Okay—basic Driving 101: If you hit a pedestrian, you immediately fail the test. Fair enough. If you fail to yield—even without hitting anyone—you still fail. And if you do hit someone, the first thing out of your mouth will be: … Continue reading →

I have a headlamp. I haven’t always had a headlamp. But I was told I should get one—because it’s dark in Hezekiah’s Tunnel. I’m going to walk through Hezekiah’s Tunnel. Well—wade through it. There’s water in that tunnel. Carved through … Continue reading →

I’ve been thinking again. Always a potentially dangerous activity. A friend of mine is considering retiring from the same college I retired from. He’s putting in forty years, if you count his time as a student. I did the same. … Continue reading →

I’m very happy with how the songs stood on their own, without the melodies. Voetica Poetry Spoken — Read on voetica.com/voetica.php

Their great-grandmother… Their great great grandmother…