Lonely Woman At The Windoy
I won't tell you it's mandatory that you read the previous entry "Reliably Unreliable" before you read this one, but, as Matthew McConaughey would say, "It'd be cooler if you did." It would also...
Reliably Unreliable
I promised, in the entry titled: "Just Keep Walking", that I would come back with a long-form essay that would attempt to wrap a little bit of context around what I mean when I...
“Tracking Mud”
In the name of fairness, full disclosure, and a commitment to honesty, I admit to having dug deep in the box far enough to find something I could read without my assistive devices. I...
“I Hate Country Music”
This is going to be even more fun than I originally thought; still trying to get set up, I thought I'd do a trial run, so I opened the box I described in the...
Introduction: Richard C. Poff
Richard C. Poff (my father) was a musician, copyrighted songwriter, and unpublished writer and poet. He was also a lifelong alcoholic. I didn't meet him until I was in my 30s, yet the day...
