the Middle Stooge

"I pack them up.  As if they have a choice!   Course, it has been sometime, since they have had no voice.  And, as always, 90's Reggae, is the preferred noise.   I have watched them grow. They have watched me age. There is never any wonder as to who is the wiser Sage. It … Continue reading the Middle Stooge


Milling About and Mulling It Over

Milling about. Mulling things over. Not something I am known for. But fortunate me. I haven't far to go to find basic reverie. Fur lined logs. One size, does not fit all. Plodding about in myths of greener pastures. Happily unaware of the here...and, hereafter.