This morning, as I got ready for my Sunday motorcycle ride, I looked over at my Rocky and thought we should have a conversation. I originally found him nestled into a busted up concrete foundation that formerly held a statue of the “real” Rocky from volume II of his...
A couple of nights ago, I drove home and when I got out of the car, I stared up at the sky for a few minutes. It was a clear Kauai night and the stars were like a huge crowd of brightly lit faces smiling at me. I wondered what they saw when the gazed up at their sky...
I’ve been stuck recently on feeling that to keep writing the way I do and not pay attention to the world I’m living in is not possible. One of the reasons for steering clear of this turd pile is that there are already an infinite number of people fighting for...
My Sundays are hysterically choreographed when I ride with the Sons of Kauai, which is most every Sunday, barring a hurricane or tsunami. We are not talking about the threat of serious weather either, we’d have to be in the midst 100 mph winds to not roll out Flaming...
