3/14/17 Dig a Hole . . .

I ran across this old song I played on The Sucarnochee Revue a few years ago. I twisted the old song DIG A HOLE IN THE MEADOW into a modal ballad, playing the Mando-Cello for rhythm instead of the guitar. It’s me on the mando-cello and singing, Bryan Hayes on the resonator guitar, and Augie…

2/22/17 Dramatic Intervention

Earlier tonight, I had written this long treatise on excessive drama in our lives: drama from hundreds of news sources and thousands of fake news purveyors clamoring for our attention, drama from our government, drama from social media, dramas upon dramas  upon dramas…even dramas on llamas. I had written that nothing was simple anymore, being…

2/21/17 Boom!

That was the sound Sunday. Boom! My church blew up. There were no explosives. No hand grenades. No rockets. No terrorism. No fisticuffs. Just a vote that blew the church up. It’s been coming for a long time. Reforms in the church have been around ever since there has been a church that needed reforming.…

2/1/17 A Trip into Decadence

Debbie and I made a trip to Houston on Sunday. I had an appointment at BATCC for my two month checkup for the Ruxolitinib clinical trial I am on. For a while we were making the trip every two weeks, but now, we have settled into two month, which is a lot better. Over the…

1/31/17 The New Jacksonianism

The great constitutional corrective in the hands of the people against usurpation of power, or corruption by their agents is the right of suffrage; and this when used with calmness and deliberation will prove strong enough.     Andrew Jackson I have studied Andrew Jackson and his rise to political greatness, his strengths, his weaknesses, his thin-skinned…

1/19/17 Going Viral

I get lots of spam messages on this site, sometimes as many as 100 in one day. You never see them because they are swept away into a separate folder for me to delete. All of them are offering to help my posts go viral, and it will only cost me a few dollars. I…

1/18/17 100% Literacy

Many a small thing has been made large by the right kind of advertising. Mark Twain Mark Twain had no peer. I have said that before, but it bears repeating. If I repeat that 231 times a day spread over seven different radio stations during drive time for a period of six weeks in a…