This morning, as I’ve done for the better part of forty years, I woke up early, made myself a pot of coffee, and sat down at my writing...

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne’er hung there.” - Gerard...

Random musings on my gypsy existence at my cabin in the Endless Mountains of Pennsylvania and wherever else life takes me. I spent my New...