If you are my age or older (I have guitars older than probably most of the people reading this AND jeans of similar age, although my arse can’t still squeeze into the jeans) then you may remember the “back to nature” movement of the sixties. Usually, these communal living arrangements were comprised of young [...]

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You’d think when one is as ancient as I am that the list of things that confuse me wouldn’t be such an epic volume. In fact, it’s embarrassing, but the list of conundrums far outweighs my personal list of things that “I get”.
I don’t get male sequential logic. I understand the process wherein [...]

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Chapter 2
The other day, I was minding my own business, munching on some BBQ ribs which I had grilled while I watched the baseball game. As it turns out, I wasn’t all that much into watching sports until I married Cat. For one thing I almost never watch TV, and for another I [...]

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Well, let’s get right down to the rat killin’ as they say in the South. (For you Yankee folks, that is southern speak for “stop messing around and go right to the heart of the matter”. I don’t know why it means that… it just does.)

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