(Major 8:15 started over Montezuma and was routed down through Amarillo. We join him now, at night, over the Pacific Ocean.) This is Major 8:15 hailing anyone to hear I’ve been…
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Because Free Range Just Tastes Better
Yes. But then again, No. I mean, perhaps, on Saturday, if it’s fine. But it probably won’t be. Soon, though. Very soon. Promise. And no phones this time. For once.…
Leave a Commentthe rain from the sky it falls the beautiful notice it most of all the beautiful up from the earth they spring they bring us the sun in the bluest…
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Leave a CommentThe old ghost of Old Oxford Rd, he “fell off his horse,” so I’m told… But his wounds look quite vicious, which makes me suspicious that they just might have…
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1 CommentMy eyes, they are not closing My eyes, they will not close Until I look for one more hour on your face. My limbs, though they grow heavy My limbs,…
Leave a CommentHailing Amarillo Tower, this is Major Eight-Fifteen I’m about to cross your airspace and you know what that could mean. I got cleared from Montezuma, but I haven’t landed yet…
2 CommentsHaving visions of my visions of my baby drinking coffee making something out of nothing making visions out of coffee out of splendid brilliant chasms filled with coffee filled with…
Leave a CommentI believe in seven impossible things before breakfast I believe in the game-tying home run in the bottom of the ninth I believe the roads we walk will never end…
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