A Fairy Tale For The Ages: Nixonocchio

I admit that I wrote this when I was in college. The year was 1979 and I was in my Art Buchwald stage. I still think it’s one of the funniest, and in the case of the opening, more ironic things I’ve written. Some things are just worth sharing again. The release of...

Singalongs For My Generation

At the Bryn Mawr last night, I was having a great time performing. As I did my Medley, it suddenly occurred to me that my generation, The Boomers, are in real trouble. There I was, singing “Five foot, two, eyes of blue . . .” when the thought crossed my...

Who’s Doing All the Talking?

I don’t know about the rest of you, but I have a voice in my head. Not several, mind you. Nothing too psychotic. Just a single voice. It’s been there as long as I can remember. If I were to describe it, it’s a lot like those cartoons with the little...

A Trip Back to the Future

Although I don’t own a DeLorean, I took a heck up a great trip back to the future last night. And no, no drugs or alcohol were involved. Instead, I watched some old VHS tapes. The first was of my band, performing at Folklife in Seattle in 1987. Darn we were...

A Day of Rest… and Filing

Yesterday, I didn’t seek out to be Biblical, it just turned out that way. You see, I actually made a Sunday a day of rest, as God intended. I lounged, slept, dozed, slept some more, napped, snoozed and occasionally rolled over to sleep some more. In between, I...

Music, Music, Music

As long as I can recall, I’ve been a writer. Only recently, however, did I start to remember that I was also a songwriter. No Top 10 tunes, mind you. But they have become relatively known in my small circles, except for the first song I penned when I was 12. I...

The Mystery of a Moment

A long time ago, my friend Bobby told me a story that I still carry with me. I was wishful thinking about living on the beach. He said, “I used to have property that overlooked the water.” I then queried him about what it was like. He replied, “After...

Never Trust a Pinto – The Horse or Car

I’ve learned a valuable lesson in life. Never trust a horse. Or any car named after one. When I was a wee boy of 7 my family went horseback riding in Oregon. We summered there for several years and there was a stable across the street that offered horse rides on...

Having Faith Hurts

First, this isn’t a story of a conquest over a lass who was named Faith. I don’t need to blast my love life all over the Net. But it is a funny story, one that always makes my friends laugh. So, here we go. Many years ago I was seeing a woman from...

Mea Culpas from a Piratical Soul

I continually laugh at the things I’ve done in my life. Some I will never share with anyone on this earth, of course. But this morning, I remembered a fun thing we did to my one time friend Buckwheat’s girlfriend, Denise. Suffice it to say she was not the...