Well, I woke up the other morning, only to discover it was an hour earlier than I expected. Yes, it’s the old “fall back” time of the year again, the ushering-in of Standard Time. Seems like it comes sooner now than before. It’s alright, though, it’s only Sunday and...
Hey, how about those Boys of Summer, and I’m not talkin’ bout those so-called Blue Jays, if you know what I mean, and what I mean is we’ve got enough dang blue jays around these parts to last a lifetime. Those Jay birds have a lot of nerve, using spit in the middle of...
I hate to brag – OK, so I’m a bragger. Back in 1964, before I attended Chapman College, I enrolled at Orange Coast College in Costa Mesa, where one of the classes I enrolled in was drama. Why drama, you ask? Because I had already taken two years of drama classes at...
Back in the day – don’t recall exactly which day it was – my dear friend Helen of Leeds used to visit us here at Motley Manor several times a year. By the way, Leeds is a town in northern England where The Who recorded their “Live at Leeds” album. On her last visit,...
It’s that time of the year once again when we’re blessed with an overabundance of autumn leaves. The falling leaves drift by my window, the falling leaves of red and gold. I see your lips, the summer kisses, the sunburned hands I used to hold. (“Autumn Leaves” – Nat...
I don’t care if our state and county are both broke, they still need to clear all the dang weeds and brush lining our mountain roadways so we don’t have a repeat of the awful firestorms that have ravaged our communities in the past. Keeping in mind that the 2003 Old...
