Well, I spent so much time jabbering about my conversion to a desert rat and monsoon believer that I left some stuff out and...
Petey may be turning his skin into a field guide. A Peteyson Field Guide?! Oh dear. Curve billed thrashers, zone tailed hawks and box...
Seems every few years I revisit this old poem/song of mine. It’s a true story. Oh, and the band I was in back in...