Reflections Archive
I've been listening to Michael Franti for over 15 years now. A couple years ago, I had the opportunity to thank him--and get the obligatory crappy phone picture.
There might have been a day when I would say the bible, but now I know better. Kerouac's On The Road is the cure for cabin fever or wanderlust.
On Father's Day, I wrote this to thank my Dad for all he sacrificed to take care of his family.
The sprinkler is a singularly suburban, middle class institution. The sprinkler is the muse of August's children. They fulfill their deepest innocent desires in the sprinkler. It's candy for the sense of touch.