By Joe Wilkins It was a touch after six this magical morning when, restless for motion, I slipped on my sandals and stepped out for a morning walk. “Magical” because of place, time and happenings. With apologies to my snowbound friends in the North staring out their windows at yet another dreary day of winter […]
Of music and the Supreme Court … by Joe Wilkins Of music and the Supreme Court … Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you, Away, you rolling river. Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you, Away, I’m bound away, Across the wide Missouri. The fading strains of “Shenandoah,” that most nostalgic of American folk anthems, […]
The barefoot toe-wriggling season … Ecclesiastes got it right. There is indeed a season for all things and, although he didn’t say so exactly, that includes a season for kicking off your shoes and wriggling your barefoot toes in the wet sand while the last inch of incoming wave runs over your feet. That season […]
By Joe Wilkins Aunt Tess takes on the NRA … She’s a tough old bird, my Aunt Tess, and calls every now and then to keep me on my toes. At 87 she’s convinced that if she lives long enough she might see me make something of myself yet, although time’s getting short. She lied […]
