Musing about corporations, arm-twisting, acquiescence, and loyalty oaths.

Musing about corporations, arm-twisting, acquiescence, and loyalty oaths.

Each verse (and the bridge) is a scene from the Ithaca, NY area.


No big deal, just sending the daughter back to college after winter break.

The older I get, the more it all seems like a collection of strobe-lit moments. Do you know what I mean?

A tribute to my annual campout.


Sometimes it’s more important that we talk than what we say.

Thoughts during a meditation retreat. Just because you’re silent doesn’t mean you can’t eat yummy food with your friends.

A credo.
