My wilderness is a half-mile long stretch of railroad tracks running between Highway 1 to the west, South Douglas to the east, and just north of Rosecrans Boulevard. It is an unlikely wilderness.
The theme for this post is new beginnings and hope. Hope for a new start, for faith that things can get better. This begins as a shaggy dog story, but will return to the theme in the end. You’ll have to trust me on this.
Things for a little weird right now. I am trying to stay upbeat about what’s going on, but the daily … More
I am in awe of the president. He has the best ideas, just ask him. The latest one is to … More
It was impossible to create a Congressional voting record for the Senate’s work in 2019. While the House passed more than 400 bills, Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell chose to bury almost all of this legislation
So the lick-spittle head of the DOJ, William Barr, has exonerated Trump from all things unlawful. There was no collusion! … More
The lean, stretched out, purple machine, part Schwinn, part Jaguar, was upside down on the sidewalk. The homeless guy, in … More
Listen, the entire Republican machine is trying to discourage rational discourse, and suppress the vote. Yeah, I know, “The Mob, … More
This has been a long, strange, week. Brett Kavanaugh will be our newest Supreme Court Justice. I know that the … More
Today I was laying low, taking care of my knee, and decided to sit and watch our latest national debacle … More