The late ’60s come down to two years musically, and 1968 ain’t one of them.
“Look for the helpers” reads a popular Mr. Rogers meme.
“You can’t make me” might be one of the most childish things you can say. It’s also the theme of this year’s presidential campaign.
That little hill on the working class side of Denver may have been my first, but it was not my last.
Rust is a great if a little hackneyed metaphor, so I’m surprised that I have so few “rust” songs in my stacks.
Orange County, California is definitely not known as a hot bed for country rock. That genre comes from mystical places like Texas and Nashville, so I was surprised when I stumbled upon […]
You aren’t here for a civics lesson, but you’re going to get one anyway: Take your jury duty seriously.
So yeah, telling lies to tell the emotional truth is what writing creative non-fiction is all about, provided you stick to the important facts. The list of memoirists brought down by whoppers […]
Special guest stars make everything better, right? It’s why I always invite Bill Bixby to my holiday dinners. Don’t give me that “I’m dead” crap, Bill, it never stops my uncle Steve […]
I settled on Not The Eagles for this week’s playlist because the James Gang’s “Funk #49” blared from the speakers of this week’s story. My goal was to put together a list […]