The Little Red Hen

The Little Red Hen

“Not I,” said the ___, ___, ___, ___, ___, ___. So the little Red Hen did, not equivocally wishy-washy or vacantly wishing is she. She did, does the work. By and for the quest. Little Red rousts effort and energy. She endeavors always, with objectives; she...
Burning Man

Burning Man

Once a year, on Labor Day weekend, tens of thousands of participants gather in Nevada’s Black Rock Desert to create Black Rock City, dedicated to community, art, self-expression, and self-reliance. They depart one week later, having left no trace whatsoever....
Woodstock Nation: taking personal stock

Woodstock Nation: taking personal stock

How would you have liked to awaken to the “Star Spangled Banner,” rendered on guitar by a black guitarist, one who invented a new way to work the strings with his overlong thumb? One who famously set his guitar on fire, actually as well as metaphorically....
The Great Walk

The Great Walk

I carry in my wallet a picture of a heart: a schematic of my dad’s blockages and remedy shunts. On the back, listed in his own hand, are the dates of his pacemaker operations. It’s a small plastic-coated card, meant as medic alert, the size of Master Card...

Air Force Amy and the Fat Farm

So you read about the sudden passage of my office mate, posted on May 28. This here is an addendum of pornographic quality… Are you hooked yet? My office mate died in January 2004, suddenly, harshly, and in a compressed time frame. Not only was I grieving and...
Karla, the queen of smart ass

Karla, the queen of smart ass

A few weeks ago we were in London town, and a few days ago I wrote about watching the Royals parade, a once yearly extravaganza of pomp, posh, and the circumstance of opening the English Parliament. A jolly good show, much better than the State of the Union. The day,...