Finding purpose and meaning, living in a post-pandemic hellscape.
Belgium, by way of Native America
As a kid I heard this guitar instrumental on an 8-track tape sampler that came with the 1966 Ford Country Squire station wagon my father bought. Being a station wagon, it had speakers way in the back, making it my first exposure to surround sound.
After getting my driver’s license I was still listening to that tape in the “New Old Girl” (a family in-joke), but in the front seat. I enjoyed that tape so much, and some others that came with the car, that my mother bought an 8-track tape player for me to use with my first stereo system.
8-tracks being what they were (click here for more), there was no rewind, so I’d wait for the player to click to the next stereo track then I’d click ahead to the one with “Maria Elena” to hear it again. It was an entry to enjoying the fabulous guitar playing of Belgian Django Reinhardt.
Recently I was listening to an online radio show that featured Native America musicians, hearing “Maria Elena” for the first time in ages, and was reminded of good it is. Then I heard it again yesterday on WMBR’s 88 Rewound. I took the cosmic hint, and a blog post was born.
Truth, Justice, and the American Way
Lois Lane, reporter for The Daily Planet, a big city mainstream media outlet, runs afoul of rural politics.
Into Every Life Some Rain Must Fall
The year got off to a good start, right on New Year’s Day. But then came the rioters at the Capitol building, and now my nephew’s sudden death, that I’ll never be able to get over.
I have a couple of pleasant prospects coming up. Here’s hoping they turn out well.
A Death in the Family

My first nephew has passed away. I’ll be taking some time away from my usual online activities.
They Broke It
What’s in your phone?
