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Dog walker, peace train rider, vegetable gardener, daily runner, Jeopardy watcher, live music attendee, two daughter dad
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The watcher leaves his window and goes out. He sits in the woods, watched by more than he sees. -Wendell Berry (from Window Poems in Openings (1968))

Shout out to Veterinary Emergency Group in St. Louis. My boy, Bob, (who’s a lover, not a fighter) was attacked by a vicious pit bull yesterday. Very traumatic for all involved. But thanks to VEG, Bob is sleeping peacefully this morning and on the mend.

My dogs are smart. They understand lots like ‘Sit’, ‘Lay down’, ‘Stay’, ‘Time to crate’, ‘Are you hungry?’, ‘Do you want to go for a walk?’ (Even if you spell ‘w-a-l-k’, they understand), ‘Do you need to go outside?’, ‘Let’s take a nap’ and surprisingly ‘Let’s go upstairs…Jeopardy’s on’.

In it together

Hillary was right. MAGA cultists/enablers are deplorable.

I agree with Socrates that the unexamined life is not worth living. But I’d add that the too examined life will not get you invited to very many parties. Balance, baby, balance.

These harmonies do good things for my soul.

When you have a routine like walking the dogs between 7-8 am, you often see the same people. Lately it’s been a power walker who has a grim face and never says, ‘Good morning’. I usually spend part of the walk after passing him thinking about why is he so sad. Which makes me kind of sad.

I got a-hankerin’. It’s March, temps getting into the 60’s the next few days. Gonna get my hands dirty and plant some seeds and put in some potato eyes. ‘Homegrown’s alright with me, homegrown is the way it should be.’ 🥔🥕🥬🧅🧄🙂

Share if you agree. 🇨🇦 🇲🇽

I’m in love with my phone I love the sheen of my iPhone 15 Get a grip on my personalized case Such joy it brings when I hear it ding Told my girl I have to forget her Got to buy me an iPhone 16

Tonight’s the night…it’s Neil Young by a fire. Reminiscing…My first Neil Young was After the Gold Rush used for .49 from a record store in Boulder. Summer ‘76. The world seemed pretty crazy to me back then and Tell Me Why made sense. Still does.

Usually after a long walk, I get a cup of coffee and the boys get a drink of water. Then I sit in the yellow chair, Buddy lays down on the sofa and Bob cuddles up on the throw rug that my sister made for us. And we rest. The rhythm of our day.

As for what America is doing now is like kicking your best friend in college in the nuts. As for Mexico, it’s kickin’ your coolest friend in the nuts. As for Ukraine and Europe, it’s kickin’ yourself in the nuts and wishing Russia and China would kick me there again. Because they will.

I think the world would be even better if all humans listened to Harvest Moon by Neil Young daily. Dancing around my living room. Happy Mardi Gras!

Former 🇺🇸 ambassador to Russia 👇🏽

My father-in-law gave me tomato starts for Christmas…Ones he’d grown from saved seeds. He knows what’s special to me…future tomatoes. As of today, the plants are still thriving in the dining room window sill, two months before they go in my garden plot, which gives me hope for the future.

Cartoon by successpictures.

Doug saw Leonard Cohen at a club in Montreal. Steve saw Janis Joplin at the Kiel Opera House. James saw Nirvana in a bar in San Francisco. Gary saw Elvis Costello in Madison. Eric saw Stereolab at Mississippi Nights. Manuel saw the Waterboys in Leeds. Sweet stories with friends while sharing beers.

I still love to pull an album out of my collection, put it on the turntable, drop down the needle, and get transported. Last night Ian Hunter, played loud, took me back to north National street, Springfield, senior year, Busch beer with friends. Ah, transported…

Kurt Vonnegut writing about the hypocrisy of so-called Christians. #Vonnegut #Writing

Bernard was into Blondie, Olivier into Queen and I was into Jacques Brel and Veronique Sanson. We’d drink Jupiler and take turns playing songs on the record player in Bernard’s room and Bernard would make us laugh talking about how he loved Blondie. We were young and riding on the Peace Train.

"History will remember this day— when an American President and Vice President abandoned all we stand for."

TODAY…

These are great! Please share. "Thirty lonely but beautiful actions you can take right now which probably won't magically catalyze a mass movement against Trump but that are still wildly important" thewhitepages.net/p/thirty-lon...

“Money is like heroin for boring people.” -Benji (Kieran Culkin) in A Real Pain

He brings my girls back home safely. He rounds up the family in the backyard, then stands vigil. He staves off intruders like postal carriers and garbage trucks. He greets me enthusiastically at the front door upon my return. He sleeps by my side through the night. Buddy is a good shepherd.

I’m at peace getting my hands dirty and growing vegetables, chopping wood and building a fire, walking 3-4 miles a day, reading a book and sleeping in a tent. I guess I’m prepared to be at peace during the apocalypse. But I’m not really wanting to test it out.

When I’m on public transport and someone’s being an asshole, I’m glad the other 99% of the people on board are decent. Life would be a lot worse if it was the other way around.

Happiness for me has never been a warm gun, but a gun turned into a plowshare would make me happy.

A rainy day in New Orleans is a better place to spend a day than a sunny day in most other locales on Earth.

It always seems to surprise people that I’ve never watched a complete episode of Friends or Seinfeld, I’ve never shopped at Costco and I’ve never eaten at Hardee’s or Jack in the Box. Surprised?

Now that we’re all making the move away from Target to Costco let me remind you to include shopping small into your habits. I know it’s more time consuming, but even a few items a month purchased at a small shop makes a big difference to them. So where are we shopping and what are we buying where?

The thrill of a road trip. Last night it was taking the tunnel of I-55 along the Mississippi to the Crescent City. Passing cars with sinister head lights, crunching on some chips and blasting Mondo Kozmo. In the quiet, I try to remember who sang, Take me to the Mardi Gras. Oh yeah, Paul Simon.

When I hear Band of Horses sing “No one’s ever gonna love you more than I do”, I always think about the same three women.

Shoveling snow in 8 degrees (2 degrees wind chill). My body and mind are fully awake. Even with a decent pair of gloves, my finger tips get that tingling, pre-frostbite feel. I stop and take a deep breath, wiggle my fingers a bit, and think, Thank God, I’m alive!

As a kid, I loved Mary Poppins. At 65, I see magic everywhere on my daily walk, at art museums I often step into pieces of art, I love floating to the ceiling laughing and kite flying does create a sense of wonder…and yes, a spoonful of sugar does help the medicine go down.

Standing on a bridge over a river and watching the water flow by, I think about things like I’ll never see that water ever again, like where will I end up if I jump in and float, like what was the path that water took to get here, like…I love having a mind to daydream.

The earth is white again as I look out my window from my bed. So I do the New York Times puzzles and feel good about myself because I have a 17-day streak with Connections, got Wordle in three, and didn’t need any hints on Strands. Look out the window again and think, ‘Damn, he’s still not dead.’

Last night at the symphony, I had a great view of one particular cellist. She seemed so at peace during the 6th movement of Anna Clyne’s PALETTE. The backdrop was Tangerine color and the cellist had a slight smile. I focused on the sound of her cello and her hand moving on the neck. So at peace.

Carolyn and I danced together lots the night we met. Since that night, we’ve been dancing together in one form or another for 19,972,800 minutes…give or take a few minutes. So by my calculations, I’m a multi-millionaire. Happy Valentine’s Day, world!

Some days I feel like packing my backpack and heading deep into the hills with my dogs and hiding away from it all. Then I realize that I can’t pack all my friends, books, music, Netflix and a library in my pack, so I stay, put on some Brian Eno and read, then take a walk in the woods by my house.

As we all know, dogs have an amazing sense of smell…they can smell cancer in humans, our moods, and even bed bugs…or so they say. But I think when my dog buries his nose deep in some grass, he is actually sniffing for a world where dog biscuits are unbroken and handed out regularly.

I met Woody, a German guy, on a bus ride to Nagarkot outside Kathmandu. The nickname from his love of Woody Allen films. We trekked out to see Sagarmatha at sunrise. We talked Annie Hall, laughed, ate ‘daal/bhaat’ at a tea shop and then went our separate ways. A chance encounter on the Peace Train.