Wow. I managed three, count them three Thanksgivings. Continue Reading
Thanksgiving – the American holiday of feasting; family; friends. Continue Reading
Metals are cool; Continue Reading
Last summer I did a bunch of car camping – usually just me and my dogs. One such trip was to check out the ancient Hohokam petroglyphs located on the eastern edge of the Painted Rock Mountains and about eighteen miles west by northwest of Gila Bend Arizona. Continue Reading
Simply amazing. I feel as if for a brief time, I left planet earth. Not sure what happened exactly.
I had meant to attend a chamber music fund raising event for the Red Rocks Music Festival Continue Reading
XVII To the Tune of Wandering Willie
Home no more home to me, whither must I wander? Continue Reading
Just so happens I am in possession of photos this week from around the country. One friend was on a business trip to sunny Florida and I also happened into some great Oregon shots. So these were taken like today, yesterday, and maybe late last week. I was making the scene at the Scottsdale Airport in lovely Scottsdale, Arizona.
Let’s go to Florida: Continue Reading
These links are some of my personal favorites. Continue Reading
There was a time, some time ago, when practically every little boy, especially the ones reading every single Tom Swift novel, thought, “by the time I grow up, there will be colonies on the moon and regular trips to Mars – oh, and flying cars“. Sadly, that future is here and as the common complaint goes, “where’s my flying car?” Forget the moon colonies; forget Mars trips.
Despite the paucity of moon colonies and flying cars, there are a lot of cool things out there besides personal submarines – how about jet packs? Almost got that one covered, and I’m not talking about this: Continue Reading
When I was a little boy, younger than five I’m sure, I was frequently an early riser in the morning getting up before everyone else. Alone in the cold mornings, I would walk all over the house on tiptoe – I have very distinct memories of this but no explanation for you.
Poet Ted Kooser knows all about it: Continue Reading
Alan Olee Book Report 