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THE COSMIC SPREADSHEET
Sooner or later you begin to realize life is like a giant spreadsheet, a cosmic Excel. Change a value in one cell at the top and the results change away down at the bottom.Read more → -
A REINCARNATED GYPSY
If we were to meet somewhere, say at some cowboy bar in Montana on a crisp September afternoon when the tall prairie grasses were turning brown I would tell you I was probably the last person in the world who would call themselves a gypsy.Read more →