It Don’t Come Easy…

Writing, well it don’t come easy when your not a writer and that would be me.¬† I’ve managed to skip a year and a half but I do have an excuse. A very valid one to boot.

After 37 years in Atlanta and 25 with the postal service I followed through in life by retiring, selling my home and moving to the mountains of North Georgia. You gotta figure those two¬†endeavors have been quite the time consuming adventures. I’m loving every minute of life these days. My biggest fear in getting back to my blog was auto-fill remembering the password and it did. Guess I’ll dig out a picture or two and see if the morning brings a hint of inspiration.

Good shot of John and I. We’d not see one other or spoken in 35 years. My 2nd trip to Seattle (2015) and we finally connected.


John live over in Capital Hill – We be at “Singles Going Steady” record store. Photo: Brian.




A place of solitude

A place of solitude

Solitude . . .