Nothing says “summer” to me musically like Van Halen’s 5150 album. I turned 18 in the summer of 1986, and was determined to enjoy one last summer before going away to college. I bagged groceries by day, drank whatever I could get my hands on by night, and listened to the fusion of Sammy HagarContinue reading “On Dreams We Will Depend”
Today is a historic day in America.
I’m a flatlander from Chicago, so these days of being on a snowy mountain in Tennessee are certainly unique. The beauty of nature is on full display, and in many ways it’s invigorating. Not many people equate Tennessee with snow, but for the rest of my days I will do exactly that. The circumstances thatContinue reading “Seems only fitting”