Curations from the Human Jungle
[Have I told you about the time I met Joan Baez? It was ... you've already heard this? More than once? Several? What exactly do you mean "More than several?" Really? That many? Holy gorilla scat! Well, If I've told you that many times, once more certainly isn't going to hurt. It was at the... Continue Reading →
[For the last few years my Cuzzins and spouses have gathered at the Ogunquit Playhouse in Maine to reminisce about growing up on Post Island, a small community just south of Boston where there's a very active Silverback presence in the beachfront Jungle. This year's gathering was a little more poignant than past years, because... Continue Reading →