Around 1990, on weekends I'd drive home from college and hang around in the local watering hole in the basement of the Wells Inn in Sistersville WV.  Every few weeks an ‘older’ gentlemen (I winced as I typed that,…

As promised, I am sharing the different parts of my sabbatical journey in the only way I know how.  In story.

Because stone walls do a prison make 'n iron bars a cage, any man who says they don't -…

I had the strangest dream last night.  I've been in a weird place (I know big shock) recently.  I've crossed so many things off my bucket list in such short order, I'm suddenly not sure what the future holds.  And…