Dear William,

People…..of earth, carbon based life forms, bipeds, family, friends, strangers: I have always thought otherwise with respect to blogging. My experience is that it always seemed more like blah…blah…blah. However, as a matter of efficiency, order, and ease of communication I am converted, reformed to the method. What will follow over time? Blah? Hopefully…not. That is why for this celebrated event I have decided to communicate the sounds that have recently been vibrating in my ear drums. The soundtrack of my life for the moment. Special thanks to Heru Hatman whose especially well informed musical styling’s provided the inspiration for this venture. I have not included my constant muse 91.5 fm, Chicago Public Radio, that fills the space in between like a constantly chattering, informing friend...This posting is also a special announcement, a cause for celebration and congratulations to my infinitely resourceful wife, Marian Hussey. A music group, new to me until Marian contributed ...

Not intended to be my first post but I can't find it, so in honor of this Labor Day weekend, a change in season usually punctuated with a fond farewell. Golfing, Culver Style A story about a game I love and the place I learned to play. You were my first time What a treat! To go for a ride seemed at first enough Until you took over, elusive and seductive Anxious anticipation as we pull out and look at you, the first hole, Waiting for us, calling us like a siren Torture to look upon you at times So close, another care free round How long would we have to wait?. Get a group together, What’s up partner? I’ll drive. A couple of drinks…sure Maybe a stereo! Let’s roll, A nod and your up Safe in the thought, no matter how cruel you were That we were close to home Perhaps a dip in the lake Like a good friend I hit predictably around you, Various shades of green, pushing white dimpled balls Sometimes consumed, hidden I’ll just take a muligan Finely cut grass and rounded edges Big trees and w...