Friday, February 23rd, 2018

I was raised in an age of comparative innocence. I remember going into the Barber Shop near downtown Topeka, Kansas, as a nine- or ten-year old boy, still wet behind the ears as they say, and encountering my first Negro. (The things one remembers! And only because I happened to call for a haircut appointment […]

This shot is too good not to pass along. Son Larry is spending a few months in Bisbee, Arizona, this winter and doing a little sight-seeing. Here we have in one view 50 million-year-old rocks, 100 year-old trees, a 57 year-old man, and perhaps a bunch of 20-year-old microwave and cellular towers, all happily coexisting. […]