Petey recounts some of his childhood. Give a listen.
When I was a child growing up in Kentucky, it was segregated. I feel very lucky that my parents were members of a Unitarian Fellowship. Not a church for goodness sakes! The thought of a minister and a church scared those pesky activists.
I owe so much to the kindness and patience of African American folks from my childhood. I will never forget that.
Attending the March on Frankfort was my sister’s idea, and I can never forget that.
Petey talks about some unintentional seed collecting and also of a favorite native grass called giant sacaton whose seed he didn’t get to in...
After I produced this episode we were driving in the desert outside Bisbee, AZ marveling the silhouettes of viscid acacia and I realized I...
Petey complains about spring winds, but a butterfly seems to bring him around. Let’s listen.
