Four days of chaos at Sunriver in August, reduced to three minutes of photos, with some music from Thin Lizzie to get your foot tapping. Continue reading Sunriver 2008
Sher and I spent a week watching our grandsons, Sam (2) and Nick (1) while their parents jetted to San Diego and Las Vegas.
The Nananator and I had nothing in the tank when we returned home, but the slideshow that follows helps explain the positives.
Columbia River Reader, March 2008
There are things old people are supposed to avoid – Speedos, nose piercings, saggy pants. For the most part, I play by the rules. My recent tattoo is an exception.
You might be wondering why someone would be interested in getting his first tattoo at fifty-seven. As my uncle Ed used to say when he ran across a road grader or Czechoslovakian tractor he couldn’t pass up, “I always wanted one of those.” Continue reading Inscription on a Human Canvas