One of my favorite John Prine songs “Paradise” starts off, “there’s a backwards old town that’s often remembered, so many times that my memories are worn.”  I’ve always felt a kinship to that song, especially in second verse “where the air smelled like snakes and we’d shoot with our pistols but empty pop bottles was […]

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It is a conversation that I have had often.  Two generations from now, will boxes of photos even exist? Or will the mounds of digital photos end up on some toasted computer hard drive, lost forever? A single photograph in a soldier’s hand, a tiny likeness in a locket close to a mother’s chest, the moment in time, […]

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Two months before Billy Joe Shaver was born, his father beat his mother and threw her into a water tank to die.  That event would set the tempo for Billy Joe Shaver’s life. He’s lost three fingers, had 136 stitches in his head, broke his back, had a steel plate put in his neck, fought drug and […]

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