June 8th, 2023. Smokey.
The Canadian wildfires are filling the skies with smoke and my evening’s open mic in Ellicott City has actually been canceled due to how bad the air quality is, and
June 6th, 2023. Eastbound.
We’re eastbound and down, except for the down part. My head’s a little full of thoughts of the NOW and I’m conscious of the Journal NOT getting filled in as
July 9th, 2017.
I didn’t get a nap in. So this has been quite a weekend – and I don’t know that I’ll get into it too intensely, but I’m grateful for a
July 7th, 2017.
Back on the road again after an action-packed couple of days at home. We came home early because Kristen’s brakes were giving us ominous signs of impending failure, and with
April 15th, 2017.
I’m sitting in a midwestish coffeehouse listening to two people discuss the physical manifestations of Jesus, and how to maintain faith sans the existence of evidence (and / or evidence
April 9th, 2017.
This morning was all fine and good but now I’ve lost touch with my computer back home. I was experimenting with having a “home machine” that dealt with most of
April 4th, 2017.
Good morning to the world. It’s bright and absurdly sunshiney. Hell, if I let my hair down and stepped outside whistling a jaunty tune, I’d probably have bluebirds on my
November 9th, 2016.
This be a great road in neutral ‘cept the locals sure are up in arms about something. So, it’s the morning of November 9th, about 1.30am. Kristen’s just gotten home