Open To live & let fly When I am out there standing in the river, watching the flowing water rushing through my legs, I can see steelheads running upstream fighting for Read More » October 26, 2006 No Comments
His name is Ali From time to time, memories of Ali come and go and I still remember him like it was yesterday. How can I not? At one Read More » September 16, 2005 No Comments
How does it smell? I'm in one of those strange moods again. It's hard to describe it though. It's not bad nor it's good. Strange perhaps is the right Read More » September 2, 2005 No Comments