COVID-19 will eventually run its course, either naturally or because we develop a vaccine.
“I had a professor say he hasn’t felt this level of confusion and anxiety nationwide since 9/11, would you say that’s accurate?” My son posed that question to me yesterday. He may […]
I’m about as close to a news blackout as one can get, yet I cannot escape COVID-19,
I’m sitting in my music room; well, I’m lounging in my music room.
The new year brings with it both irrational hope and unnecessary pressure.
A social media buddy of mine recently proposed that we’ve reached peak vinyl, that purchasing records is now synonymous with investing in baseball cards circa 1991.
An old man just shuffled past me in a green Oakland A’s t-shirt.
Sir Percival cradled his helmet beneath his metal clad arm and clanked into his son’s sleeping chamber, where young Percy lay upon his straw mattress playing Dragonslayer on his Magic Stone.®
I’m reading Lou Cannon’s President Reagan: The Role of a Lifetime, a 1991 biography of our first celebrity president.
At the beginning of each year I perform my sacred duty,