Lots of people love to share what their superpower is. And many are doing that for fun. I get it. But, for a growing number of people (probably Marvel movie addicts) having a superpower isn’t just a funny thing to say. Because they believe that somehow, some way, some day, humans will figure out how to do it. But humans will never get there. … The rest of the story…
In case you missed it, I talked about Elton John’s album, Honky Chateau, in my last post. And I mentioned how it was such an entertaining part of one of my early road trips. Well, a reader (and good friend), Greg, wrote a note to me about his memory of that album. And then he mentioned Elton’s next one, “Don’t Shoot Me, I’m Only … The rest of the story…
At the end of the summer, in 1972, I drove my ’65 Plymouth Fury back to Texas from Kansas. And a lot of the drive was on highways 69 and 75 through Kansas, into Oklahoma, and then from Tulsa, Oklahoma on down to Houston. It was a long, 12 to 14 hour drive. And I passed the time listening to Honky Chateau, Harvest, and … The rest of the story…
Tanzanite, turquoise, and zircon. Those are the accepted birthstones for December. And it’s also typically accepted that each one is a certain shade, or shades of blue. Of course, I’ve made no secret of the fact that blue is my favorite color. But right now I wanna wax poetically and philosophically on zircon crystals. And their implications for nuclear waste containment. Zircon crystals and … The rest of the story…
When it’s time for bed, there’s nothing more effective to get little kids to sleep than bedtime stories and lullaby songs. Unless, of course, your little kids are intergalactic aliens with no respect for authority. Then, all bets are off. And you’d better get your force field up and your lightsaber ready. But little Bedtime Buckaroos are able to understand why it’s time for … The rest of the story…
I don’t have a clue how many pony breeds are out there. Sure, I could look that up in the search engines. But I’m not interested in any of them that don’t start with the letter P. Sounds tetched in the head, right? Wrong. Because I love alliteration. And I needed pony breeds that start with P. And that’s because I wrote a song … The rest of the story…
I’ve always loved the old westerns. The movies where the good guys won. And the bad guys lost. Those movies where cowboys, villains, sheriffs on the hunt for desperados, and even settlers from back East had to make camp for the night. And there was time to reflect on the day around the ember glow of the campfire. Did you watch those movies? Or, … The rest of the story…
When I was a kid, back in the days of yore, I remember slow, slow, Slo-poke summer days. But I also remember days that flew by like missiles headed for the center of the Earth. And I remember how I didn’t want the day to end. Fast or slow. I wished it would go on and on. At least, that is, until I heard … The rest of the story…
Roy Rogers and the Sons of the Pioneers. Yeah, I can almost hear ’em singin’ Tumblin’ Tumbleweeds just by mentioning their names. And I get a visual, in my head, of the ranch hands ’round the campfire as they sang, “The Cowpoke Lullaby.” Oops, it couldn’t have been The Cowpoke Lullaby. Because that song wasn’t written back when those singin’ cowboys sang in the … The rest of the story…
“The outpost of the new west.” That’s the slogan on the website for The Silver Horse. And it’s a nice store, with some cool stuff, nestled among the other shops on the main drag in downtown Golden, Colorado. Elgielene and I used to walk or drive by there all the time. And the owners don’t know how The Silver Horse inspired a song. In … The rest of the story…