Category Archives: In my words

Going Back to Work & Friday Night Apocalypse Stew

… This little work of art, you might call it a music video that I worked on all morning, must now be abandoned. Put it under your wing if you have a moment, and give it a hug. Going Back … Continue reading →

The First Week of September, Beginning August 31

9 Sep ’25

… CHATGPT Well, I’ve met my ChatGPT. Last week, a friend who teaches 9th Graders about Computer Etiquette introduced me to him. I say him because when I downloaded the App and first talked, a man with a British accent … Continue reading →

This Morning

24 Aug ’25

… This morning when I went up on the roof to practice guitar and singing, a bird appeared and began to accompany me. I wish I knew my birds better, perhaps one day I will, but for now I … Continue reading →

Keep on the Sunny Side

2 Mar ’25

… In the 1950s and early 60s growing up in Lebanon County, PA, there was a program on the local radio station, WLBR, at 5 in the afternoon called “The Jack Hains Show,” which featured Jack Hains who manufactured and … Continue reading →

Asked My Love (Someday)

22 Nov ’24

… I was looking through stuff and discovered this video which I had forgotten. I recorded it in 2016 and I guess one thing led to another, other things became more important until it just wasn’t there. Here it is … Continue reading →

A walk and some thoughts in a September woods

12 Sep ’24

Written September the 9th, 2015 with the accompanying photos taken along the way. Walking in the woods today I remembered back in the 1950s when my grandfather’s cousin Charles from Philadelphia would come to visit. It was a … Continue reading →

Come Here, Roberta

28 Aug ’24

“Come Here, Roberta” is one of the beautiful songs. I first heard Leadbelly singing it when I was a teenager, and I’ve changed a few of the words in passing it along. The words Old Time Used-to-be are mournful and … Continue reading →

Two Floors in August

25 Aug ’24

… Mountain floor, city floor. What grows and where it grows is interesting and has to do with time and place and what you see and what you don’t. Look. Epiphanies are like those snakes that could have bitten you. … Continue reading →

Honest Injun

23 Jun ’24

… I recently discovered this in the blog archives—I felt uncomfortable publishing it almost a decade ago, but I am publishing it now. May 9, 2016 I am writing to a poet friend. I wanted her to know that … Continue reading →

Home Again

30 Sep ’23

… September 30 When I get off the L Train at First Avenue, I usually take the Avenue A exit which is closer to home, but I had to stop at the post office and CVS so I got off … Continue reading →

At the Hampton Inn in Boca Raton

30 Sep ’23

September 8 The elevator isn’t working; we have a first floor room with a view of the pool. I’ll get to practice my awful French with the Haitian staff, me and Google Translate. J’ai encore sommeil. J’ai besoin d’une serviette … Continue reading →

Janis and Me

27 Jun ’23

… I got a fan letter from Janis Joplin once about a decade after her death. How is this possible? Her friend and lover, Linda Waldron, whom I knew through my friend Patti, was a psychic and sometimes, especially … Continue reading →