I drove through Yellowstone once. I was on my way to Montana for a sibling rescue. It was January and colder than Nancy Pelosi’s heart. Road crews plowed through with

I was a pretty good basketball player. Not great. Not very good. But pretty almost darn good. For a few years, I played on a lower-case traveling semi-pro team sponsored by

Our twisted culture has become a despotic enabler for me. I’m in the midst of an up-and-down White Collar/Blue Collar Life, one day wearing a cowboy hat and doing yardwork

You ever have that kind of girlfriend who is movie starlet head-turning gorgeous, insatiable, secretly follows you, needy, nuts and cares for you bordering on her own, capitalized, rabbit-boiling neurosis?

These times? They’re odd. Crazy was 47 train stops ago. It’s like some mad scientist from another universe squished “Alice in Wonderland,” “Frankenstein” and George Orwell into a blender and

Joseph Campbell was the delightful mythicist who spent a lifetime studying religions, tribes and cultures. A rarity, he was a non-pompous intellectual. He wrote the ground-breaking book, “Hero With a

Years ago, a brilliant friend offered an observation I’ve never been able to shake: “We learn through science or we learn through suffering.”  Lessons come through traditional sources: books, art,

Last weekend’s Fourth of July was spent quietly, inspecting fences and sprinkler lines, water tanks and bird baths. Didn’t see a single looter, firecracker or mouth breather. Wasn’t tarred. Wasn’t

For years, I would dress up in my finest Sunday-Go-To-Meeting cowboy regalia, climb atop a fine tall horse and lead our annual Fourth of July parade. I’d offer my two

The rascal in me takes up far too much land mass. A rageaholic topic erupts like “Defund The Police” and a sly half-smirk tilts the corners of a smile. Defund?