Nothing much going on botanically as far as I can tell, but the truth is, Northwest greenie that I am, I can’t tell much. Drifting along, tumbleweed’s love to the ground, etcetera sounds great from Pioneer’s Sons, but I’d sure like right now to hug a smelly, fat-barked old Douglas fir. Protection. Security. Aspiration. The…

Boy and Uncle: Election   –Gonfonnit! Damn pen leak all over. –What you doing? –My mail vote. I vote erry single election since I was 16! –Ah, you couldn’t vote when you was 16, Uncle. –I know, I know. But my mother ask me who take care da Chinese people. So I tell her what…

“It is what it is” = “wazzent me!” POTUS, 8-3-20

Heading south now in the already too-hot late morning of a day that will only get hotter as I hum along down the road to Frenario and beyond. What’ve I got to lose? When you’ve got nothing . . .? Still no weed, radio, or penile implants, but, oh well, keep a-movin, Dan. The penile…

Las Vegas — do I expect to see Sinatra’s Rat Pack, or maybe Elvis himself? Why not? When I’d not found Kerouac at Big Sur? The best Elvis songs from an English teacher’s perspective? “You’re Right, I’m Left, She’s Gone” and “I Forgot to Remember to Forget”. As an English teacher, what do I like…