Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

]They buried him today The last soldier, the last veteran Of the last war that raged so long That no one living knew When it started, or why. But all knew the day and the hour When the Caretakers came down In their huge ships, silent, gray And everywhere on Earth at once, And all the fighting stoppe...

Who, me? Feverish?

A long time ago The young boy lay on his back In cool, green grass Reaching out to touch Snow-capped mountains So near, so far Dreaming, smiling Imagining his life Fifty years hence Now, weighed down by time And the gravity of life Standing where pavement Entombs the long dead grass He points throu...

Carefully, we box our memories And stack them in dark, musty corners In the attics of our minds. And, in time, the boxes are layered With dust, like geologic strata From each thing that changed our lives. Often, we attempt to sort them out, And leave behind the things that hurt us When we move from ...

nature's mountain
keep fires away
mountains we create
not so much

Thanks, Judih. Photos never quite capture it, though...

warm sun, gentle breeze
this is how you know it's time
to take a nice wok




(Well, you fed me the straight line )

Definitely busy, but not too busy to attend the FAC (Friday Afternoon Club) at The Sink, where you could get a cheeseburger and a bottle of 3.2 beer for 75 cents. But, I never actually rode the Doozy Duds dryer, but knew a lot of guys who did. I think they're still dizzy. By the way, The Sink and Do...

Thanks, Judih. The first two, not so hard. The last two.....Oh, yeah!

get drunk at The Sink
then go for a ride in the
Doozy Duds dryer


(Hint: Boulder, CO, 1960's, CU students just havin' fun. You had to be there...)

Thanks, friends. It's sad how casually we accept the presence of someone we love in our lives, until they're gone. I remember telling Pop, before he died, that he was the best man I ever knew. It was true then. It's true now...