A John Denver SongIn this magic hour of softening light, the moments in-between the day and the nightThe instant when all shadows disappear, the distance in-between the love and the fearThere's a longing deep within the wandering soul, it's like the half that...
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeansWearing yesterdays misfortune like a smileOnce he had a future full of money, love and dreamsWhich he'd spend like they were going out of styleAnd he keeps right on a changin' for the better...
Ok, here I set in front of my keyboard, staring at it like somehow it should read my mind and start typing all by it's self, pouring out all of my feelings on to the screen for the entire world to see and marvel at. I don't even know what my feelings are most of the time. If there is one thing...
Where's BillA Pilots TaleIntroduction:"Where's Bill" is an afterthought. When I started this book, I was going to write about my experiences as a pilot, in particular, a helicopter pilot. As such, I named the book "Rotor Trash, A pilot's tale" but I...
The sun comes up around 5:30 and in spite of me trying to talk him out of it, my observer and I lurched off the deck about 6:00 am. I say, "Lurched" because Launched is just not sufficient to describe our departure. About this time I think to myself "Now you've done it! You have to come back and...