Time Travel, Letters, and a Poem

This week I found three brown plastic file boxes. Inside my garage, and unopened for years. A literal treasure chest of stuff. Much of which I had forgotten about, or thought I had lost. I found my press pass from when Ronald Reagan came to town, Kodachrome slides, my discharge certificates from the Army and […]

A poem, perhaps a dirge, for our times.

The Children of Hegel Whoa… I need to catch my breath as I look out the window of an ancient childhood take inventory of the moment ponder the question: what is this world we have become? as we wound our way through the serpentine flow of history which started as a clear stream, with direction […]