Got The Time

Even as a little tyke in Husky jeans I was obsessed with time. How quickly it seems to move, length between one place to the other, the possibility of traveling back and forward thru it, and lamenting its inevitable damage on my person as it moves over me like a metaphorical freight train. I’m not […]

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In My Room

More than wealth, success, and a general sense of being important in some capacity, growing up the only thing I ever truly desired was a place to call my own. More important than going out with friends or going to the mall was having a space in this world that I felt safe. A corner […]

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Neil, Jason, and Me

Neil Peart set me on a course of musical discovery at the age of 15 that only maybe John Lennon, Jeff Tweedy or Adrian Belew can equal. Of course my frontal lobe frizzle fried when I first heard  Peart take off on one of his 8-minute drum solos. His live dexterity on All The World’s […]

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Oh, Baby

You know, I hear people talk about when their kids were babies and how much they miss those times. How quickly they grow from when they were rocked and swaddled and laid down for bed in a crib to being lousy teens that don’t pick up after themselves or don’t understand the value of a […]

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Chuck

I shaved my beard recently. Not all the way, just enough to where it looks like I forgot to shave for a couple days. Don Johnson five o’ clock shadow? No, more like Dom Deluise 5 o’clock shadow. Or maybe Peter Deluise five o’clock shadow if I’m lucky. Anyways, I needed a change and felt […]

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A Fistful Of Dolarhyde

Growing up, there were two very important libraries in my life. The first was the Nappanee Public Library. This was not my local library, but it was where my grandma Hubner worked. Every week my dad would go over to visit my grandma and do whatever work needed done around the house. He’d pay her […]

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Garage Sales…Revisited

I’m not  a fan of garage sales. Not a fan of going to them, but most definitely not a fan of having them. I just don’t think it’s in me to host a gathering in my garage where my old shirts, shoes, and worn down furniture are the main attraction. I appreciate the purpose, which […]

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Phantom Limb

I remember as far back as being 5 or 6 years old that I wanted to find something that was my own. Something special; a skill or talent through which I could express myself. Take that storm of ideas, emotions, loves, and fears that swirled in my head and heart and put them out into […]

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Memo To My Son

What have you done to the mirror? What have you done to the floor? Can’t I go nowhere without you? Can’t I leave you alone any more? Can’t I leave you alone any more? One year ago yesterday on March 1st I drove my wife along snow-covered county roads to what would be her final […]

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