Door-ty dancing
I have lots of rhythm. Lots. More than most white people. Dancing came naturally to me.
Mondegreens and elephants
“..memories and elephants are playin’ in the band.” All these years I’ve been singing that lyric to CCR’s, “Looking Out My Back Door.”
And now you are six…
Happy Birthday, my delightful little soul, so full of questions and wonder. When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I […]
Take care, Pete
He didn’t write it, but he sure lived it and we are all better because of him.
Ellie
Run free my funny, shiny, stinky, goofy, bumpy, lumpy, nosy, slobbery, stubborn, happy, loud, bawling, bodacious, wonderful, beautiful, sweet, loyal, velvet-eared friend. So many more walks we will not take. I thought we would have more time. I’ll let all the squirrels in the neighborhood know the coast is clear.
