Ghosts, Mort Karp + Wittgenstein
I believe in ghosts. I know it may sound a bit crazy. Every since I was a little boy, I always looked for ghosts. Some of my ghost were friendly—others very scary. But soon, at about age 6, I realized that if I confronted the ghost directly they no longer would bother...
Dogs, Coke and Cleanliness
This photo was taken at my father's Texaco Service Station located at 5600 Rogers Avenue in Fort Smith, Arkansas. The likely date of the photograph is 1953 when I was about 5 years old. This is the same age as my granddaughter, Olive Soucy, today. In the picture are...
2018: Stepping Away to Step Inside
After reading Maria Popova's recent blog post, In Praise of the Telescopic Perspective: A Reflection on Living Through Turbulent Times, I was reminded that at the end of each year we collectivley try and assess the year's events and attempt, through resolutions,...
