Among the more humbling (and recurring) ironies of calling oneself a “writer” resides the regular recognition that one is regularly incapable of finding words commensurate to circumstance, be there joy or grief, or–as in this instance–thanks to give. In other words, ain’t no way to say it. But you have to try. So, from the program: First, I…View post
We will have a most colorful time. He’ll sing some, I’ll say some. Wednesday, May 18, Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Details here. Thursday, May 19, Durham, North Carolina. Details here.
Among the unreserved joys of my unexpected life path I cherish the chance to hang out with nurses, loggers, or firefighters one minute and weirdo artists the next. In nearly all cases, everybody’s — to paraphrase Sturgill Simpson — just tryin’ to git in where they fit in. I was honored to attend Decadent Cabaret 2016…View post
Pete is right. But it’s also time to drag out that quote from Truck: A Love Story: Seed catalogs are responsible for more unfulfilled fantasies than Enron and Playboy combined. Don’t git yer hopes up.
Hi, my name is Mike, and I’ll be your student nurse today, if today is in 1987. Relax. It’ll be fine.