The other week I wrote a piece on a photograph I got at a flea market, and I got about 70 hits. I think a lot of people must be interested in flea markets.

I had lost something in my youth and made money instead.

Ironically the blog has re-opened the essay as a good form for me. I like to look and make commentary! If I sense my essays are good, I try to resubmit to another place in pulp and several of them have been variously published in newspapers and magazines.

I do think that the kind of writing that I do will always be around and printed in books, magazines, and now blogs.

Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity.

When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes.

Oh, Georgia booze is mighty fine booze, The best yuh ever poured yuh, But it eats the soles right offen yore shoes, For Hell's broke loose in Georgia.