Description
“I’ve wanted to be a writer since I shot out of the womb, breathing on my own for a mere five seconds before I snatched a pencil away from a slow-to-react nurse and etched a poem on the delivery forms about my journey from womb to daylight. (“It was dark and wet and I hated it.”) Naturally, this meant that I must have a typewriter in my possession as soon as possible. (Dear Younger Generations: Way back before there was free Wi-Fi at McDonald’s and laptops in every room in the house, you had to compose your literary efforts on a mechanical contraption that physically imprinted your thoughts on a thing called “paper”. True story.)”
Humor, nostalgia and whimsy converge in a collection of reflections and imaginings from 60 years of trying to find the good, however we could. This compendium of scribblings is mostly autobiographical, partly fantastical, decidedly progressive, and somewhat random, all of it infused with a firm belief that we should find the humor and heart whenever we can. Laughter and insistent hope may not solve all of our problems, but they certainly help us navigate the potholes in our personal and shared roads to wherever we are going.
Care to join me? Hope so.
Welcome to Bonnywood…
“You ever been to a tractor-pull on a Saturday night when somebody done had too many beers?”
Cheers.
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