Because it’s Sunday

And Sunday is idle. And when I’m inactive, I think. And sometimes when I think I decide to try and wax poetic. Rio Verde Under the waterfall, where two Rivers combine, their waters green and brown, You went… Read More

What does it all mean?

On my trip, I kept a list of questions that I wanted to address while I was away from Normal.  The list of questions, which I drafted about a week before I left, consisted of, “30 years from… Read More