Blue Sky Riders

Sure. I could come back to the room every night and collapse on the bed with a bag a fresh scones and a bottle of cucumber water and watch old Maggie Smith movies. Isn’t that what being in London is all about? But what about YOU? How cruel could one man be, keeping all these experiences to himself? I will not be that kind of man. There are many, many other kinds of man I am and will eventually be… several of which are distasteful, to say the least.

But the kind of man who would spend all day in London with Georgia and not tell YOU about it? Never. (more…)

I’ve had a cough since Thanksgiving. I have enough fluid in my lungs to support several Koi carp. Before you start writing in and reminding me about Jim Henson… I have been to the doctor. Many times. X -rays. Chest thumping. The whole bit. He diagnosed me as being  (his words written directly on my chart) a “Great big sissy boy.”  I’m sure it sounds better in Latin. (more…)

Over the last few years I have been writing blogs about our Blue Sky Riders’ shows because… well, frankly… because I was threatened. Not physically threatened, mind you. I am pretty sure I can take both Kenny AND Georgia after my seven years of judo lessons in junior high school. (more…)

My idle hands are indeed the Devil’s playground. I have nothing to do. Any odd jobs around the house you need doin’? (That’s how we say it in the South. To Southerners….”g” is the Abraham Lincoln of the alphabet. They hate that letter down here and lessen its worth whenever possible.) Since I am so desperate to spend my once valuable time doin’ (see?) somethin’ (once a ain)…I am writing a blog to detail exactly what my “nothin’” entails. (more…)