Author’s Note: We Remember fondly those multiple gallon Borden milk deliveries. We ate so well. – Marlow Re these protests . . . . All about us are familiar faces Worn spaces, weary faces Bright and early for their daily paces Going nowhere, going nowhere Tears no longer moisten our coke bottle thick glasses No […]

Editor’s Note: Marlow contributed one this morning that rocked us back. It was one of his song lyrics, old memory and new colliding. Problem was the graphic insert, very short memory clip of a senior citizen doing some dramatic tap-shoe moves. It is quite effective, but the only means to get it over to .html […]

My Leonard piece earlier this week engendered a multi-day email back and forth with one of my longest tenured motorcycling brothers about the relative ranks of the roads, places, times, and peoples we’ve met over the years on the road together. Those included many, many tens of thousands of miles, half dozen countries, 50+ national […]

Author’s Note: An update for your eyes. -Marlow Been livin under the soft glow of Savannah lights and its boutique hotels And, away from old streetlamps dwells a southern mademoiselle Well, it takes victims to the river where it casts its spell And, under the empire moonlight it sings a song so well If you’ll […]

Editor’s Note: Marlow’s piece this morning hit some issues from yesterday dead on. At Refuge Farm, we were downsizing. We apportioned piles of furniture, old art and memories to their destination stacks: “Auction,” “Kids,” “All that Military Stuff.” It was both fun and wrenching seeing things our great-grandparents made and held important. Positively wrenching, in […]