After a couple days of editing video and burning it to discs, Marv’s music is playing more or less non-stop in my head, especially when I run or ride. It’s perfect exercise music. “Nobody Knows You (When You’re Down and Out” is a little bluesy, good for fat-burning or recovery, and “Going to Chicago (Sorry [...]
Our friend and neighbor Marvin J. Berkman died on Monday. I suppose that he had been sick since before we moved in next door, but somehow he never seemed ill, until suddenly he was. And once I had gotten to know him a little, the thought that he might be mortal never occurred to me.
In [...]
If you kept a journal or diary as a young person, do yourself a favor and feed it at once into the nearest shredder, wood stove or fireplace. Do not, under any circumstances, open it and begin reading. That way lies madness.
In 1974, when I was a copy boy at the Colorado Springs Sun, George [...]
One of the downsides of growing older is that some of your friends don’t. Donna Frances Shawcroft died in her sleep a week ago today, and her friends and family are saying goodbye to her this morning in Grand Junction.
Donna and her husband, Doug, a.k.a. Mudbone, were part of the crowd I ran with in [...]
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