In the spring of 1973 my father — then and now an eminent historian specializing in the economic history of the Portuguese empire — and I retreated to a small patch of land on Whidbey Island to cut a little […]
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Guilt attends my absence from these metaphorical pages. Not because I seek community — I’m too much a misanthrope for that — but because I am obliged to submit to the discipline of regular writing. To make the words dance, […]
Many months back, when Johnny Cash’s final American album was released, I meant to assemble and write this blog. Responses to my recent Charlie Louvin entry reminded me of it, and so I shall give it a try now. Go […]
More gratuitous self-promotion for my monthly one-hour radio show on WMKY here in Morehead, KY. This show I actually recorded a week ago, instead of pulling something from the archive that I cut some months back. I figured even if […]
Will James’ comments on a previous blog suggested perhaps a little history might be in order. I shall try to be brief, will rely on no notes but my noggin, and invite correction. In the beginning…I don’t remember what it […]
When I was a boy, I collected stamps, right up until the moment the big time dealer all the way from Philadelphia glanced at the rare items I’d found among my grandmother’s refuse and declared that they were not from […]
What follows is an attempt to corral some ideas running loose after reading Easy Ed’s blog about the new Apple gadget, and the coming of what is called cloud computing, which I take to mean that all the software (programs, […]
I feel like telling a story tonight. It has nothing to do with anything, but it does have the singular virtue of being mostly true. In the mid-1980s I sold my first business, a one-person typesetting shop, and set about […]
Once again abject self-promotion of a radio show that very few people can hear. You can, of course, go to the WMKY website and stream the show this Friday at 7 p.m. EST. But the whole podcast thing costs more […]
In no especial order… (1) I finally put the Courtyard Hounds album in the CD player in the little red truck, though it wasn’t what I was listening to when I backed into the football player this afternoon. It leaves […]
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