I’ve been looking here and there, searching everywhere, for a story idea to jump out from the bushes.
It’s either a way with words or a war with words–never in-between.
Couldn’t get on WP for a time, and was going to use that for an excuse.
I can’t reflect on the passing of Gregg Allman, without strains of “Midnight Rider” running through my head.
Bluesy, Southern Rock from the land of hot, humid summers, kudzu, and sweet tea–my favorite genre of music.