Oh the dream. And the waking up. A small town and a big star. Last night. I just wandered down and there I was, in the purple light. The sunset. A converted church. On Main. Hello! Please come in, oh you don’t have a ticket, no problem sir. And the songs, and the stuff, whatever, etc. (more…)

What’s up with this cool cat? I like the attitude. Small-town boy like myself, I’ve got a little to learn from this specimen. So self-assured, or, if you like, “at ease” with itself. I wanted to pat this cat, but no chance. Like you see from the photograph, the window came between us (more…)

It’s pretty hard to believe that the world, in all its fullness, can belong to each and every one of us. The world is yours. The world is mine. I don’t get it. Particularly seen from here, my little farm. I run it with my wife Jane, and we get by, sort of, but only sort of. (more…)

Something rather peculiar is taking place. Men are looking down. Waiting in line at the cinema they do it, at checkouts all over town, at the gas-station, filling up gas. They’re looking down, assessing the damage around the waist. (more…)

He’s sitting at the very top of section D most games. On his own. Quietly and intensely. Scrutinizing every move and taking small notes in a small black jotting-pad. Hrova Hirich. But today I looked over and saw him just shaking his head. (more…)