Cabbage & Corn Records

After I got back from that war—the one that was to set the Middle East ablaze with freedom and democracy–I sat around a lot. I was half a man and so I couldn’t walk anywhere—couldn’t jump in a car and…

It should come as no surprise that there’s no way in hell that I fit in where I live. I’m surrounded by a gaggle of yentas between thea ages of 50 and 103. I am one big ass sore thumb…

Since the dawn of man–since that time when humans migrated across the continents in their quest for food, shelter, and gold or other wordly treasure–man has been running. Man has run against man, and man has run against time –from…

I ran the first eight miles today with Greg. We took the river trail which was a Congo expedition of sorts: we forded flooded, knee-deep sections of the trail and scattered clusters of newly hatched mosquitoes. The absolute worst sections…

I once read somewhere that the average American has the standard of living today afforded only to 16th Century kings.

One need not look far to affirm this theory; little King Henry VIII’s are at this moment seated in the…

Bentley Fuller dreamt every night. Since the age of seven, he recorded his dreams in thick leather books that were secured with a silver padlock. The key to the books, he kept around his neck; the books he kept under…