Call me Ishmael. Or maybe just stupid.
Short stories | Reflections | Poetry
Call me Ishmael. Or maybe just stupid.
I’ll probably never win the Pipeline Masters, but I’m still stoked
Mountains or beach? North Carolina has both.
My fantasy of Endless Summer comes to a pitiful conclusion
“Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wing; these are a few of my favorite things.”
~ Julie Andrews, the Sound of Music