A Confluence of Ideas
Personal stories, observations, and wishful thinking.
I relate to several of W.O. Mitchell’s characters, Brian the boy growing up on the prairie, Hugh the reckless teenager, Jake the philosopher/hired man, and maybe just a little of Saint Sammy, the madman.
Click on Brian, the boy who saw the wind, for details.
For a very modest price Ted dispensed Courage, Intelligence and Love; Ted was a veritable Wizard of Oz.
Click on the star for a link to “Dead Ted’s Bar”.
Furgus is a comfy companion, not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but a steadfast friend. Also, he kept me out of jail today.
Click on the furball for details…
My pre-pubescent friends and I were fortunate, but not one of us had the sense of a gnat.
Click on the daredevils on Moose Mountain Creek bridge for details.
My grandparent’s house was always warm and welcoming, but I was afraid of the attic.
Click on the bear’s nose for details…
“The Doors’ mildly profane and drug-tinged lyrics would rattle out of the tinny speaker over and over, until Dad stomped on the floor and told me to “Go To Bed!”
Click on the 45 for details…
Driving a car once owned by Rod Stewart is about as close to stardom as I will ever get.
Click on Maggie May for details…
This Towering Cumulus cloud was an armed fortress obstructing my flight into Carlyle.
Click on the Golden Retriever for details….
The story of the relationship between Bob Wells and Nellie Fallows is a heartwarming piece of family folklore. I was inspired to write their legend in the format of a play.
Click on Eleanor, Patricia, or Robert Wells for the opening scene.
Despite the morbid original purpose of the trail, Bear and I enjoyed our walk to The Fairy Steps.
Click on the coffin road for the full story.