Thanksgiving with my sweet little family, and…my brother Steve and some of his family, which also happened to fall on said brother’s birthday! …Will you still need me, will you […]
Okay, maybe when I put Funk out to pasture we can make the kids move with us to one of these places. The mountains in Ashville sounds kinda coo… http://travel.alot.com/themes/10-of-americas-hippie-hideouts–9070?utm_source=Facebook
Here! Crowd consists of Deadheads from the 70’s, more than Chicago did. (P.S. My rock was confiscated. But they took pity on me, they’re giving it back after the show.)
Looks who’s on the way into the city for the Grateful Dead concert! I’ve got the tickets, my squash blossom earrings, my rocks, and, oh yeah, my unreconstructed hippie-turned auditor-turned […]
Looks who’s on the way into the city for the Grateful Dead concert! I’ve got the tickets, my squash blossom earrings, my rocks, and, oh yeah, my unreconstructed hippie-turned auditor-turned […]
Wonderfulness in a bottle, right down to the very design and packaging. It’s the little things… Speaking of not-so-little things: Funk is becoming a Dead Head. Why does that kind […]
Wonderfulness in a bottle, right down to the very design and packaging. It’s the little things…Speaking of not-so-little things: Funk is becoming a Dead Head. Why does that kind of […]
Back to the same-old, same-old; no one is watching the till anymore. And it makes it doubly-tough when the media is part of the Establishment, including past media types, like […]
My Uncle Pitts. An Italian from Pittsburgh. Who has a name like that anymore? Who delights in their children to this degree anymore? A full kiss on the lips, holding […]
