I’ve been listening to Stephen Kellogg since he was with The Sixers. A quiet folksy artist with defined lyrics, he is nothing if not direct.
Easter Monday and I’m seated cross legged on the front porch with the sunlight soaking my bedhead hair … and marvelling at a once thought
Heading back on the road in a few, leaving my parents homestead and the Uncle Donald swing behind. The current plan is to take the
On Easter Sunday … I will never track the braintrust that approves radicalism which uses fire to bleed their ideology onto unsuspecting citizens, minding their
I disconnected and went on a three-day short distance (under 800 miles) road trip. I saw a full moon, old Ford cars, locomotives, two ostrich,