Bespoke

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ― Anton Chekhov

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  • RV two

    After two days of RV life, I’ve determined that this is not the life depicted in Downton Abbey and if Robert or Mary magically appeared and asked who will dress me today, well, I would tell them you are on… Continue reading

  • RV one

    Karen and I have decided to test our friendship with Bob and Sheila Martin. The four of us are traveling in a Minnie Winnie RV. Our adventure will take us past Mount Rushmore and the Badlands before turning back south… Continue reading

  • Into the Woods

    Whenever I see a Slow Children at Play sign, I picture kids running in slow motion and I make a comment about children playing deliberately and my wife rolls her eyes. I’m just glad the idea is still alive. Children… Continue reading

  • Hiding from the Stars

    Movie star sightings in my hometown of Bartlesville have not always been common, aside from the good old days of Tom Mix and Ben Johnson. But with the arrival of Apple Studios and the adaptation of Killers of the Flower… Continue reading

    Hiding from the Stars
  • The Winter of Our Unsettled Season

    It was a tough year to be human in 2020. I mentioned this in passing to our cat, Boo, and she looked at me with cold green eyes, blinked, and walked away unfazed by the concerns of her bipedal servant.… Continue reading

    The Winter of Our Unsettled Season
  • Where all the colors bleed into one

    Earlier this year, I joined with my brother and other family members in establishing a foundation called 1256 Movement. I grew up 40 miles north of Black Wall Street, the epicenter of a place that was grand and thriving in… Continue reading

  • River Road
  • The Naked Eye

    Rain drips from the eaves of our cabin porch near Westcliffe, Colorado, as Led Zeppelin’s The Rain Song plays in my ear pods. It’s 60 degrees and the sky is electric as I gaze at the Sangre de Cristo Mountains… Continue reading

    The Naked Eye
  • Waiting All These Years

    I’ve been thinking about Dooney lately. He was 5’10” about 175 lbs…just like me only he was black. I guarded him in practice. He could shoot it and he could get in your face and shut you down. Although he… Continue reading

    Waiting All These Years