So, as I write this, there’s only one more week of March winds. Because there’s only one more week of March 2025. And as much as they’ve been blowing around here in the heart of the heartland, there oughta be … Read the rest
There I stood. In between the guitar player’s loud amp and the drummer’s crash cymbal. That’s where my equipment had been placed on a stage in front of business executives. Things had already fallen behind a bit. So, there was … Read the rest
Maybe he’s visited you in the middle of the night. Or the wee hours of the morning before the sun even starts to wake up. I hope not. Because he’s one of the darkest, meanest, sneakiest bad guys you’ll ever … Read the rest