…for some reason all I had was a thumb tack in my hand – I threw it at his windshield … as I yelled, “Come on man!”Read More
Love is such a tragedy!
Can anyone tell me why?
With age comes wisdom
the knowing and unknowing
of many things…
“Sweet freedom!” we said…”I can almost taste it!”Read More
I love the musky scent of marmots in the morning.Read More