I woke up this Sunday morning to biblically perfect weather, precursor to a heavenly ride on Flaming Lips, my always loyal motorcycle. When I roll out of bed on a morning like this, life feels effortless and I purposely choose to go no deeper than its shining moment....
When I was in the midst of writing my memoir for my grandson, I wrote into the story that I was going to put the entire book into a bottle and throw it into the ocean. I imagined someone finding it years later and getting in touch with him, which made my effort at the...
A couple of mornings ago, I was on my stationary bike, plugged into my music as always. Suddenly, Bruce interrupted my thoughts with his rendition of Thunder Road from his Broadway show. The show featured him on stage all by himself, accompanying the lyrics with his...
What I am about to share from my past is somewhere between history and story. When I first started thinking about this episode in my life, I was bothered that many of the facts have gotten lost with time and it would detract from what I wanted to share. Memory takes a...
