Monthly Archives: October 2019

It is late autumn, the aspen have turned. We crest the summit of the pass. A strong tailwind pushes us as we begin our descent.   Me, Boris. Boris Ballsack. My new name, according to my wife, Kathy. I come … Continue reading →

I’m old, cruising into the home stretch. I don’t have a lot of time left. I couldn’t care less about most of the crap I deemed important years ago. I’ve dumped a lot of luggage at the roadside during this … Continue reading →