How about this! I have just started publication of Lawyers Road Review as a podcast and I have already unearthed a not all that great recording done on a hand held device made after returning home from the grocery store in the fall of 2015, once again, having been told by people in the checkout … More The Lost Tapes
I grew up in a village called Immaculate Conception Parish in the 1960’s. We had a fundamental narrative about how life was supposed to be, where your place in the universe was, and a sense of right and wrong. Ultimately this was shattered by a remarkably critical world that tossed that narrative aside without much thought and … More But it is 1978!
Oh to be in space. The music there reflects the best in humanity. Consider the title track to Star Trek, which boldly transports us to a place where we travel faster than the speed of light, projects wonders to behold at every turn, and in conflict we are at once resolute yet hold true to … More Space Music For All Humanity
All the heroes have fallen; Lance Armstrong, Bill Cosby, David Petraeus , and Atticus Finch all disappoint. Some even say that Walt Disney actually hated children. The parade of shame inspired me to look around for a legend of the heroes that may remain, better people that may have lived a long, long time ago, a time when people behaved better, and had … More Return of the Jedidiah Knights
Google Star Trek and a whole world, or should I say worlds, open up. I had no idea one could sign up to be a Klingon, a member of the Borg Collective, or a member of the Federation and be assigned an e mail address that marks the earthling for ever as something else. There … More Be Your Own Klingon
A bus passes me on the commute with a marquee advertisement on the side referencing this years edition of Disney on Ice: “Lets Celebrate”. I asked myself what if Disney really is on ice? It turns out persistent rumors circulate that he had himself frozen immediately after death, perhaps for a second chance at life. … More Disney on Ice?
It must be hell down there. Abandon all hope, all ye who enter the on ramp. Souls trapped in cars, bladders screaming for relief, precious fuel burning while the motor wears as it idles. Trapped in the end game of the myth of the open road. Some bought the fast car, when the truth is … More The Airborne Traffic Report