The Former Guy, as I like to call him, may not have heard of Project 2025, but you can bet your buttons that Project 2025 has heard of him. In fact, I have come to believe that most of the support for TFG by conservative elites is in service to Project 2025. That The Former Guy is, likely without his direct knowledge, merely the Frontman. He is being used, much like a lubricated latex glove on the hand of a proctologist, to insert a middle finger into the bowels of government. Read more about The Front Man

Read more about The House on West Forest

Who Has Seen the Wind?

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through

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Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

It's 1993 and I'm turning 50. Pat and Kerin Lewis threw me a stellar birthday party, too. But wait. That's wrong. They did throw me a stellar birthday party, but it was also a New Year's Eve party AND a wedding anniversary party. Read more about Doing the Holiday Rag

You Moist Remember This

I'm here for the weather. Read more about I'm Here For the Weather

Work History II
1964-66

By 1964, I was living in an apartment in Chicago with the man I would soon marry, Christopher’s father, and working as a PR secy/asst. at Fine Hardwoods, down on Michigan Avenue. Read more about Toasted in Chicago

It was the summer of 1992 and the Grateful Dead had scheduled the "Veneta Third Decadal Field Trip" to celebrate their own three decades in music. What was more, Veneta, Oregon was/still is the venue for the Oregon Country Faire, the biggest and best hippie fair on the West Coast, if not in the country, maybe the whole wide world. Read more about Furthur

A woman I follow on Twitter asked her followers to tell her a story about being brave. This is my story, but for reasons unknown to either of us, it refused to post. But it's a good little story, so I'm posting it here. Read more about When I Was Brave

Read more about Miss Lisa

I was in my favorite seat in my favorite row in the Oakland Coliseum that night. All was as perfect as perfect can be. Except for HER. My usual touring buddy had fallen head over heels for a redheaded minx who was totally fucking up my trip. Read more about And Just Like That