I don't want to bad mouth my friends, but sometimes they just don't come through for me the way I hoped they would. When I first started to write this book I sent out a note to my closest friends asking them to send me the funniest joke they knew. You would think that would yield some amusing results. Well, I thought it would, but while I can depend on my friends for their sense of humor it doesn't seem I can depend on them for their recall of funny jokes. I got one. I'll sha

Most of us have been hunkering down more this last year than the one before. Some have cut back very little on their out-of-home excursions while others have kept them to a minimum. I’m on the minimum side and lately I’ve been thinking about re-entry. I got my first shot last week, and aside from feeling somewhat less anxious I’m also aware that within a couple of months I’ll be as “free” to go out as I’m going to be. The CDC recently said that if I were with a small group of

I have a couple of friends who are poets. Like most poets they have other jobs, but poetry is where their soul thrives. A few years ago I heard about the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko Nevada. The three of us talked about having a road trip but then we looked into where Elko was located-turned out to be a twelve hour car ride, and there were no trains or planes that could get us there. So the idea died on the vine. But just since I couldn’t go with my friends didn’t