companionship

Cantina Lady

The title of this week’s original song I penned in 1976, it comes with a story (I’m a writer, of course it does). The scene is a little dive bar on Canal Street in Nogales, Mexico. The bartender was asleep when I entered through the shimmering red, white and green beads. There were three cracked-leatherContinue reading “Cantina Lady”

Mea Culpa

I apologize. I didn’t even have to receive a thump upside my noggin by Karen. In my post this past Sunday on musicals, I referenced a “gay gene” contributing for my love of the theater. You would think in this day and age (that is an OLD person’s saying) that a learned individual (guilty asContinue reading “Mea Culpa”

You know I woke up with a belated Super Bowl hangover, but not from drinking. I ate a little too much, but overall I was still reeling from the ease with which the Tampa Bay Buccaneers dismantled the budding Kansas City dynasty. I’m glad I did not bet the game as I would have lost.Continue reading “Companionship”