The Lost Highway by Hank Williams is every road ever traveled. Some longer, some shorter, but it’s the same road. You can say you’re not lost. Go ahead. But we’re all old enough to know better.
YOUR LAND, MY LAND, OUR LAND
Your land is more than the surface under your feet. Go ahead and put ‘No Trespassing’ signs everywhere on a plot of dirt, but it’s still not enough. Why? Because it’s not your land, or my land, but our land. Here’s how I figured it out:
STARTING OUT vs FINISHING THE SHOW
Starting out is so slow, so hard, that sometimes the only thing you feel like doing is quitting. Whether it’s work, family, or friends, we get tired. Sooo tired. But it wasn’t always like that. Was it?
ROAD TRIPS WITH THE BOYS, PART ONE
Road trips with kids sounds like a duty, a hassle, a task to do and be done with. It starts with a plan, then a phone call. How you answer gives the kids an idea on how to respond when their turn comes around: “Dad, can we borrow your car and drive to a concert […]
NEEDY PEOPLE NEED DANCE MUSIC
Needy people, and who isn’t one, have their favorite toe tappers. Some are sad, some defiant, some just lost in the shuffle. But we all remember the one song that hit at just the right time. Then another for another time, and another and another and another. Whew, it’s needy time.
OREGON BLUES ON A FATHER / SON DAY
Oregon blues are a different blues. I blame the clouds. But no clouds on Waterfront Blues Festival Saturday, which is why I wore a rash-guard hoodie instead of layers of sunscreen. It was a no cloud Saturday awash in family time:
PORTLAND BLUES SATURDAY
Portland blues come in more shades than one. Dark blue for the homeless. Darker blue for the park bench addicts. Blue green for the tax paying homeowners just living their lives and doing the best they can. But what about the rest of us?
FOUR FATHERS’ DAY FOR THE CYCLE
Four fathers in one family sounds like a lot? No, it’s just enough. This is the first time it’s happened and I can tell you it feels like a different Father’s Day.