Driving home today I randomly got some lines from “Isis” by Bob Dylan stuck in my head. I wasn’t listening to Dylan at the time, and hadn’t heard the song in a while, but nonetheless there it was. Specifically it was the 5th verse. I was thinkin' about turquoise, I was thinkin' about gold I... Continue Reading →
My best friend passed away suddenly two days after Christmas. This piece isn't really about that, but it should probably start there because otherwise, it's going to come in the middle, and that doesn't feel right. It would sound like a twist in the plot. His sudden death was the impetus for the whole story,... Continue Reading →
When I first heard Paul Simon’s Graceland, it was in my father's car. I don't remember the date of course, just that I was young. If I had to guess, I was probably 11 or 12. Just on the cusp of being a teenager, but still going to my father's house on the weekends. The... Continue Reading →
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