Cowboy and a pal drag me into the hills, where we find beauty, quiet and ATV tracks.
Cowboy and a pal drag me into the hills, where we find beauty, quiet and ATV tracks.
My first thought was how extraordinary it is for me to be able to enjoy this view while others suffer. I am an American Boomer and I often feel this kind of privileged-person guilt. This morning it probably was fueled by watching a movie about World War 11 courage and brutality, ”A Call to Spy,” …
I never knew how many body parts I have until I turned 72.
I bought a new TV, finally buying one that wasn’t the cheapest of the bunch. I waited until dusk to try it out, holding to a no-TV-before-dark rule that I usually don’t break for anything but the World Series, an occasional NFL playoff, impeachments, insurrections and invasions. I tried out the Olympics and Longmire. The …
When you live alone with a dog, in my case an alert blue heeler, they learn all the what’s-next signals, from teeth-brushing and sock-tugging, to garbage-can rustling and cookie-jar rattling, to text messaging from a walk friend and inhaler-puffing by the alleged walk supervisor. Dinnertime delay prompts a visit and a stare. After five years …
dream ranch 