muddled musings of a mangled mind
Yesterday was a tough one, but, today is a little easier. F. Yes, F. Folsom, Frisco, pretty easy to do.
So, are two songs beginning with the letter of the day by Johnny Cash and Mickey Newbury.
2 weeks, 5 days ago
Lilacs & Rust
Yesterday I survived my first-and hopefully last-tornado.
Being from the east coast, I have had my share of hurricanes, but not tornadoes. Hurricanes give you several hours, if not days, to prepare. 977 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
Out of the Wilderness
Have you ever walked out of your house and felt like you walked into a wasps nest? Well, for me, it happens at my front door, but it’s actually the opposite… I’m trying to get into the house. 597 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
The Militant Negro™
I’ve been submitting some of my writing to different online journals, etc. and have had the good fortune to have a few of those submissions picked up and published. 9 more words
2 months, 3 weeks ago
My father, raised as one of 17 kids on a Canadian farm — a true country boy — was a big fan of America’s country music and one of its brightest stars, Johnny Cash. 362 more words
10 months, 1 week ago
Rob's Big Mouth
CRAZY DREAM LAST NIGHT:
Dreamed Mary & I were at a Johnny Cash concert (apparently he was resurrected from the dead)
He was following the Live at Folsom Prison repertoire. 122 more words
11 months, 3 weeks ago