If You're Going My Way, I'll Walk With You

 Yeah, I reckon. Kinda. I guess. I am a big fan of tranquility.     If all y'all wanna take this yhar test,  here she be. This song is m...

“Joy, sorrow, tears, lamentation, laughter -- to all these music gives voice, but in such a way that we are transported from the world of un...

 I flew my uncle for his now semi-annual check-up with his dermatologist.  I also flew one of our ranch hands to an endodontist for a root ...

I t's one of those nights. Everyone's asleep but I'm still up, finally wrapping up a long, long day. The house is silent. My eye...

  F ound another photo from the days when I was photographer and artist's model. I think the original of this one was shown in a gallery...

The de Bohun swan, symbolizing their descent from the legendary Swan Knight, first told about in the 11th century Chansons de Geste collecte...

  I wrote this in a blog I had some years ago. I wouldn't do any of these things today, but back in the day I was a rascal, for sure. F...

  I 've been busy dealing with the Patagonian estancia and with all the extra workload it's given me I began thinking why did I ever...

  "They say foul things of Old Times still lurk In dark forgotten corners of the world. And gates still gape to loose on certain nights...

 Don't you worry, I won't let them shoot you.  You can eat my roses. I don't care. I have plenty more behind an eight-foot tall ...

  T he other day everybody was getting cabin fever so I suggested we go for a drive -- you know, that great American pastime just tooling ar...

  A while ago I decided to burn off some of the remaining fuel in the Twin Beech's tanks rather than drain it all before putting the pla...

  I'm the little black dot in the lower right on the top chart. I guess that's okay.  I'm destined to be the old ball and chain....

I was reading the family genealogy and came across another ancestor, John Rush, who fought against the redcoats in the Revolution.  And was ...

 “If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one w...

It's later than you think.  It's later than anyone thinks.     Lastly, you who read; aye, you Who this very line may scan: ...

  I published this in an old blog I had, October 27, 2017. Since Annie Dillard passed away today, I thought I'd republish it.  Kathy Sh...