Petey wonders what new roads and paths will reveal to him in the coming year and remembers a very good road.
Well, it was a cold winter, but as I sit and write this blurb it is 75 degrees outside with overnight lows in the...
Looking at storms out across the land from our little homestead near the Ol’ Guajolote.
Petey recounts some of his childhood. Give a listen. When I was a child growing up in Kentucky, it was segregated. I feel very...
