Mondays. Everyone’s “favorite” day of the week

You can never go home again. Or, if you do, it has changed and is not
the place you left.

Written for a friend thinking about the meaning of God.

Written for my grandmother who spent many years alone after her husband passed.

The Ogre is San Francisco Bay Area English Country Dance slang for the Dancemaster at the English Country Dance Playford Ball. If you don’t know what English Country Dance is, think of the kind of dancing you might see in movies like “Pride and Prejudice”.

Many sailing ships wrecked on the southeast coast of Australia. This
is one that survived.

Fictional small town life with no need for city excitement.

When your SO wants to know what to buy you for your birthday/christmas
etc.

A parody written to the tune of Rolling Down to Old Maui.

A tale of someone who wrote stories for his children and now wants to
write them down for posterity.

Denver Airport, United ticket counter, 1989. Or an urban myth. In any
event, I wrote this version for a flight crew going from Detroit to
New York after police were called to eject an unruly first class
passenger from the plane.

Sometimes you start writing and even after you have finished, you have
no idea what you just wrote is really all about.

Written for a relative’s wedding. Nothing deep, just a pleasant little
song.