EARL BLANCHARD’S SECRET.

 

 

I enjoyed Uncle Earl’s world and I’ve kept his secret all this time. Earl died some years back, so I guess it’s safe to tell now.   Some people have character. Earl Blanchard was probably a reincarnated Read more

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HOT LONG FOOT DOGS.

 

 

Almost every morning when we wake up, I say something like this to Misty: Do you come here often?” Today she said… “Not if I don’t have to.”

She had some Strauss waltzes playing on a CD. Read more

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MARIE AND BOBBY.

 

 

Marie and Bobby are two of the best people we know. They are old and close friends, like family.

Musicians in their fifties, they were coming home from a job when they were involved in an auto Read more

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SNAPSHOTS FROM LIFE.

 

 

AUTUMN. Autumn is my favorite time of year… a season of moods. The first chill after summer has worn out its welcome… That’s when I start to feel the holidays coming on. Not that we do any Read more

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THE JUNCTION.

 

 

A seldom used railroad track crossed Payne Avenue, North Tonawanda. There was a tiny one room station that had once been a whistle-stop, but had later become a small store, a diner, and then an abandoned oddity, Read more

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THE TEAR.

 

 

For Mothers’ Day.

There’s something about a photograph. Many people believe that having your picture taken steals some of your soul. I look at pictures of friends and relatives who have died, and I can see that Read more

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THE OLD MAN.

 

 

THE OLD MAN.

I woke up old this morning. I don’t mean that metaphorically, or figuratively, or any of that. It’s just a fact: I went to bed young and woke up old. This is Thursday, the Read more

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HARD TIMES IN HOUSTON.

 

 

Just a short time before this true story starts Misty and I were performing concerts with major stars, such as Merle Haggard, Jerry Reed, B.J. Thomas, Tom T. Hall, Faron Young, Charlie Pride, Boots Randolph, George Jones Read more

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OH, TO BE YOUNG AGAIN AND FULL OF FALSE HOPE!

 

 

I was riding on a bus early one hangover morning, going into Buffalo from Tonawanda to look for a job. I saw a peaceful little chapel in a graveyard across the road. I asked the driver to Read more

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MISTY’S FIRST PARTY.

 

 

It was Misty’s first party and she really wanted it to go well. It did for an hour or so.

During the earliest years that Misty and I were together we played in some small nightclubs in Read more

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