This is the second or third song I ever wrote, back around 1990. I wanted to write a funny, topical early Dylan/Dave Van Ronk-style tale....

I have a friend who has been, at times, susceptible to the wiles of women who mean him absolutely no good. As far as I know, they have...

Writing a love song is hard. You don’t want it to fail in any respect. And pity those poor songwriters whose love is in such demand that...

Skype and Facetime are miraculous things to a grandparent. Some time ago, our daughter Deborah called us to chat and watch while her...

This song started with the title and refers back to my days in High School when I was beginning to try to write poetry. I’d try to employ...

Before I could ride a motorcycle, that’s all I wanted to do. I dreamt about it, though in my pre-teen dreams often I’d find myself...

It would seem that this song would be just another one pointed at our veracity-challenged Prevaricator-in-Chief, but I’m sorry to say...

This song is dedicated to my cousin, Mitch Aronson, who passed away unexpectedly in the Spring of 2017. Mitch was the older brother I...

For many years I took fantastic, memorable trips to some of the most scenic roads in the country with my motorcycling friends. Some of...

Diminution is the process of diminishment, “a reduction in the size, extent, or importance of something,” in this case applied to my own,...

I bought an old typewriter after seeing the documentary “California Typewriter” in order to improve my ability to read what the hell I...

I’m not a huge fan of holidays, particularly New Years Eve. The idea of an alcohol- fueled reset of our lives based on a recurring...

This is an autobiographical account of my life, containing all the wisdom I’ve managed to accumulate in 66 years. It’s about three...