Life Was A Storm To Wander Through.

We Thought, Because We Had Power, We Had Wisdom.

I Have Fallen In Love With American Names, The Sharp, Gaunt Names That Never Get Fat.

At First I Was Blogging Everyday, But I Don't Do That Anymore. It Varies; Sometimes I'll Write These Little Essays And Other Times Political Commentaries. Other Times It'll Just Be New Work That I'm Doing.

Ironically The Blog Has Re-opened The Essay As A Good Form For Me. I Like To Look And Make Commentary! If I Sense My Essays Are Good, I Try To Resubmit To Another Place In Pulp And Several Of Them Have Been Variously Published In Newspapers And Magazines.

Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The Trees In The Streets Are Old Trees Used To Living With People, Family Trees That Remember Your Grandfather's Name.