Hearts

1968 Zen was in. I tried without success to master ‘living in the now.’ 1998 Now, of course, it is simple. Living…

The Working Stiff

It’s been eight years since his death, but I can still see him and hear him, a wiry, gray-haired, hawk-nosed man. I…

The Cruelest Months

Spring is in the air, and like a toe-tapping number from Englebert Humperdink the effect of the fledgling sun and crocus balm is to coax us mortals into passionate, beautiful malevolence.…

Anatomy of a Blackball

Stop me if I’m whining, but as long-time readers are aware, quite a number of local tax funded agencies and quasi-public agencies…

Living Close to the Land

“I was born December 3rd 1918 right down the road,” Wayne McGimpsey begins, taking a quick look out the large picture window…

Growing Up In Moab

Once I thought that the Colorado River was vested with an intense self absorbing energy — not violent by intent but destructive to whatever it encountered along the way to the sea. But that has changed… since it has been locked, blocked and regulated into a degree of submission.…

The Man Is Superbly Bored

William S. Burroughs has an imposing appearance. He looks down on one from a height of more than six feet, but he…