The first-Saturday in March Floyd Radio Show is the oldest picture in this batch, followed by weeks of solitary walks off the Blue Ridge Parkway, whimsical experiments with homemade masks, and watching for signs of normalcy. All thanks to a…
The first-Saturday in March Floyd Radio Show is the oldest picture in this batch, followed by weeks of solitary walks off the Blue Ridge Parkway, whimsical experiments with homemade masks, and watching for signs of normalcy. All thanks to a…
Friends liked these shots of mine on Facebook… The poor little smartphone crashed a few times trying to get them… Click either picture for more detail. This post is also an experiment with internet idiosyncrasies. Those two photographs were actually…
With a combination of LibriVox and Project Gutenberg editions, I have just finished my first Coronavirus isolation novel… That is, the book I started reading at bedtime around the same time the virus alerts began… turning back the clock an…
On this day in 1963 we had half-day sessions at my high school, and I headed home with a last-minute stop at the drug store across the street from the house. The radio was on in the store; I don’t…
I just stumbled on a NetFlix press release saying that the late Clifford D. Simak‘s novel Way Station may be a movie someday. That may be just the push I need to go back and re-read it for the first…
Darn. Distracted by making music and shopping for a new car, I missed my own 50th anniversary! I missed two of them, actually. Sometime in late May or early June, 1969, I skipped my graduation ceremony at the University of…
https://archive.org/details/gov.archives.arc.47097 Click to view “Library of Congress,” a 1940s film by the National Archives and Records Administration… 20 minutes of history in black and white, including a few moments of folksinger Woody Guthrie recording what a friend describes as a…
Things you find in the bottom of a box of old computer disks. In its heyday when I worked there, 1984-87, “MultiMate Word Processor” was not only international, it was a best seller and, you might say, almost matchless. Its…
Yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day and I didn’t have as much as a pint of Guinness or a drop of Jameson’s, or sing “The Parting Glass” at the end of a weekend music festival because (a.) it wasn’t about that…
My favorite local place for breakfast closed a few months ago… And it’s probably my fault for only going there when I had visiting friends, and just not having that many visiting friends. But a former student of mine posted…
