Curations from the Human Jungle
[Like a bad penny, Willie Boye, in some manifestation, keeps showing up in my stories. Who is this guy? Don't forget, a penny saved is a penny earned. SB SM] June Willie Boye travels light. He carries his guitar (no case), his bedroll, and a small backpack mostly for guitar paraphernalia. He is always well-groomed... Continue Reading →
[Here's a little known fact about me ... I am an honorary member of the Mount Saint Joseph Class of 1964. That's why I happened to be in Rutland, Vermont recently when the class celebrated their collective 80th birthday (although, truth be told, I am WAY-Y-Y-Y younger). One of my "classmates" is Mark Treanor. Here's... Continue Reading →