Walking to Valhalla
For some reason I had to climb that hill and gaze down upon this mystical valley. This would be my reward for a day of relentless hiking…
For some reason I had to climb that hill and gaze down upon this mystical valley. This would be my reward for a day of relentless hiking…
Suddenly, the air was saturated with this young woman’s warm, angelic voice, whispering like a soft breeze blowing through the willows…
The place was like a sensuous woman seducing me with her many charms; and I had fallen hopelessly in love with her, and ready to let the ship sail without me…
He went over to the bar and had some hair-of-the-dog that bit him. He looked at his watch and grimaced. His hands were shaking so severely that he laughed out loud…
I received a package in the mail the other day.
To my delight, it was the new CD from the Pagosa Springs band Ragwater. I immediately put it on the sound system and turned up the volume. And I assure you, kind reader, that these fine “local” musicians are no small town slouches, but giants in a field of mediocre pretenders; and I’m talkin’ nationwide…