Tarmac ribbons criss-crossing the landscape, dusty back roads twisting between the cool shadows of ancient pines, and less traveled pathways connecting present to past, all I wander, seeking, seeing, with my keyboard and camera capturing scenes and stories to share with you.

Now in its sixth year, this venue has become an important part of my life, a place where I can express my thoughts and feelings about the things I see and do, hoping the process brings me a bit closer to friends and family who enjoy sharing my sometimes chaotic and often nonlinear observations and ideas. A journal, I suppose, but one with which I find pleasure in thinking others are alongside me on my journey.

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January 17, 2015

NO COFFIN VARNISH FOR ME

... when i'm visiting in rhode island mike and beth like to take me for lunch at the charlestown rathskeller ...  during prohibition it was a speakeasy, hence the use of one of the many secret code phrases necessary when seeking a drink of demon rum ... the murals on the walls are the original paintings ...

... of course, the food is great and mike and beth are always wonderful company, but there is also a fabulous sense of history when visiting this little diner tucked away in a remote corner of the great swamp ...