Maybe it’s just me. Or maybe it’s anybody who, like me, grew up feasting on the likes of Heinlein, Burroughs,…
Sometimes it’s what you don’t see
With thanks to Carl Sandburg. Yellowstone National Park is full of unforgettable sights. Towering cliffs and plunging waterfalls. Geysers exploding…
That time I went through the looking glass
Let’s pretend the glass has got all soft like gauze, so that we can get through. Why it’s turning into…
Reading between the signs in San Francisco
Listen, anybody can see the “major attractions” in San Francisco. Just hop on a tour bus. But me, I like…
One cold day in the Tetons
On our last day in Wyoming we had just enough time to get, well, high before boarding our plane. And…
Hey! What happened to all the cows?
Well, you know me. Wherever I go I like to deploy my Trained Observer Of The Human Condition skills so…
Blue water perched atop a super volcano
We came to Yellowstone National Park for all the usual reasons. The bison, the elk, Old Faithful, huckleberry ice cream,…
Never too late for Lake Alice
I wrote this piece for the Gainesville Sun. When UF President Stephen C. O’Connell wanted to build a cross-campus highway…
Charlie Lane’s revenge
Living well is the best revenge: George Herbert. In his first official hatchet job after his secrecy-draped invocation as President…
POTUS at the Hipp (and other GNV September theater premiers)
I wrote this piece about GNV September theater premiers for The Sun. Dusty is the pregnant mistress with an embarrassing…
