My friend David S. told me about this 6 or 7 years ago. I spent some time trying to research guess its location -- without being able to go look at it. David said he was becoming obsessed with it, not long before he died. The place I had in mind, based on the riddle of a poem, was in Western Colorado, specifically west of and upstream from Molly ( Read more... )

The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; ( Read more... )

Out of the night that covers me ( Read more... )

On a gorgeous beach
Under a painted sunset...
Damn! I'm out of beer

(Haiku)

“Flies ( Read more... )

My friend Sue Legro ("Madam") wrote this poem to celebrate the Bratislava Hash House Harriers. I was the Grand Master for this group for some 2.5 years. References to "Wankomat" (and Yap) are to me. Danka is "Hot Flash." This is a Drinking Club with a Major Running Problem."Three Weeks Before Christmas ( Read more... )

It has been raining, hard, off and on most of the day. Which is appropriate for the first day I ride my bike to work. But I found a good store near the waterfront -- with Smirnoff Premium vodka at 11.75 per .75 liters. That may not sound great, but it's cheaper than the Duty Free in Guam and almost as cheap as the 9-dollar cost at Houston Duty ( Read more... )